human
Emilia:  Perhaps Emilia had misheard, but it sounded like a sob. "...Could it be that you're...crying?"
gpt
Witch:  "...! I'm not...crying! I don't cry. I don't have the right to cry...not anymore."
human
Emilia:  "No one needs a right to..." Cry, Emilia was about to say as she turned, wanting to wipe away the Witch’s tears. She no longer felt the grand, overwhelming presence that had dominated her first meeting with the Witch. She wanted to stand with her on equal footing. But when Emilia tried to turn to face her, the Witch—
gpt
Witch:  "—Mnfff!" As Emilia turned, an arm wrapped around her head, holding her face close against something soft. She immediately realized she had been pulled into a hug. Her face was pinned against the Witch’s chest, completely preventing her from moving. "I told you…not turning was the right choice. What a badly behaved girl you are.”
human
Emilia:  “…You hate the idea of me seeing you cry that much?”
gpt
Witch:  “I don’t want you to see me at all! I can’t face anyone with… Ahhh, good grief! If only Echidna had taken care of things properly! And Sekhmet, and Daphne, and Typhon, and Carmilla, too!” The Witch’s yelling made her ears tremble. It sounded like angry shouting, but it wasn’t. Emilia felt undiluted love for each of the unfamiliar names spoken by her.
human
Emilia:  “Are you…done crying?”
gpt
Witch:  “I’m angry; my tears dried up. But now I just feel indignant. I’m so furious, every hair on my head is shaking.”
human
Emilia:  “That’s really scary.”
gpt
Witch:  “I’m serious. We’re done here.” Her voice was gentle. Emilia could feel no anger from it. But something happened that proved her words were no lie. As the Witch hugged Emilia against her chest, Emilia realized a change had arisen in the place right behind her—where a tea party should have been set up—as a powerful wind blew through the space. “That is the way out of Echidna’s castle. Turn and walk forward, and you will be able to go back.”
human
Witch:  ""
gpt
Witch:  “You don’t have time to hang around in a place like this, do you? You…you still have things you need to do. Why not try taking the first step?” She felt the Witch’s voice right above her head fade. There was warmth within the arms hugging her and a faintly audible heartbeat coming from the chest her head rested against—which was strange, given that the Witch was dead.
human
Emilia:  “…Hey, are you listening to me?”