human
Chisha:  The reaction had no doubt been completely expected, yet even so, Vincent’s young friend watched Prisca as calmly as if the emotion had been drained from his body along with his hair color. "Go back and tell my brother that the most obvious obstacles are gone and that it will soon be time for he and I to settle things. We can no longer act toward each other as we once did, nor should we wish to."
gpt
Prisca:  "If you’ll forgive my asking, Lady Prisca, do you honestly believe you can win against my master?"
human
Chisha:  "Certainly. For this world bends itself to suit me."
gpt
Prisca:  Chisha responded to this expression of Prisca’s philosophy with an admiring bow. Prisca looked away from him, waving a hand as if to say the conversation was over. She expected him to go back to Vincent and tell him that it was time to prepare for the final battle. However… "And if the world turns for your benefit, how does the future look to you?"
human
Chisha:  "What?"
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca’s gaze returned to Chisha, probing, seeking the meaning of the pregnant question. Then her eyes widened—for someone was kneeling on the floor before her.