human
Prisca:  "How ever did Vincent manage to trap the Boulder in this location? It seems humans aren’t the only ones our dear brother can manipulate with his plans."
gpt
Lamia:  "There’s no doubt that plans and manipulation are our brother’s specialty. But the means are immaterial. All that matters is that I have my results."
human
Prisca:  "Yes… Yes, you’re right." Prisca, who had decided she wasn’t interested in a lengthy chat, held out the Bright Sword.
gpt
Lamia:  Lamia drew her own sword out of the air and took up a fighting stance. Neither tried to stop the other from drawing, but it was not a sign of trust. To abide by what you knew to be a fact could not be called trust. The sisters simply knew it was what they would do. As they knew that the matter would shortly be settled by their own hands…
human
Lamia:  "I’ve always hated you, Prisca, since the day we met."
gpt
Prisca:  "Don’t worry. Of all those whose names I’ve bothered to remember, I despise you the most." Elder sister faced younger, their hostility and animus on full display. They would have done nothing differently, said nothing differently, even if this had been the last time they were to see each other in their lives.
human
Lamia:  They each stepped forward, their swords crossing, the world enveloped in a flash of white and red and heat. Lamia saw nothing around her; she was in a world in which only she and Prisca existed, and she laughed, more certain than ever before that she should have murdered this girl when they first met at that party. The sisters hated each other to the end, reviled each other until the very conclusion of their relationship.