human
Priscilla:  "That would require a severe abandonment of reason." As Priscilla snapped her bitter insults at him, the tension in Al’s body slowly drained away.
gpt
Al:  At the very least, he knew she meant every word she said. That was enough to make his judgment. "Huh…I just assumed you’d say, Comparing myself with others is blasphemy. You all should be grateful to lose yourselves in the glory of my beauty, or something like that.”
human
Priscilla:  "Only if I lacked self-confidence would I fear your gaze wandering elsewhere. I am confident that I am the most supreme being in this entire world. Therefore, I have no need for such fear." Pulling a fan from her cleavage, Priscilla loudly snapped it open and continued, “I am the most beautiful jewel in the world—I’ve no doubt of that—but to say I am supreme, I must first acknowledge that there are other jewels to be compared with. To fully understand my greatness, one must first compare me with the other plebs. Your hesitation to accept me was born out of a need to confirm my greatness. A roundabout way of praising me, no less. Well? Are you impressed by my outrageously clever deduction?”
gpt
Al:  “Yeah…it’s outrageous, all right.”
human
Priscilla:  Priscilla hid her lips behind her open fan, but her smile could not be contained.
gpt
Al:  It took Al a moment to give her outspoken arrogance a nod of agreement. But Priscilla did not rebuke his moment’s hesitation. Because she deemed doing so to be pointless. And Al was so shaken up that he didn’t notice this. He felt like he had just been sucker punched. The young woman standing before him looked different from before. As for what she looked like now…