human
Bean:  "Hannah!” Bean was ecstatic as the body shifted, sat itself up. He nearly shoved Ferris out of the way as he took up a place at the bedside.
gpt
Ferris:  Ferris watched as his parents shared a reunion, even though one of them had been dead only moments before.
human
Bean:  "Hannah! I’ve been waiting for this moment! For us to be like this again—”
gpt
Bean:  "—” With tears in his eyes, Bean supported his wife as she sat up, but she said nothing. She stared into the face of her husband. She gently raised her hands and placed them on Bean’s cheeks. He smiled at the feeling of them, and Hannah, too, smiled faintly. It was a reaction that would not have been possible for a mere moving corpse, like one of the undead warriors.
human
Bean:  “H-Han…nah…?” Suddenly she was wringing the surprised rasp out of Bean. Her hands were around his neck, which creaked under a strength that the dead woman’s thin arms should not have had.
gpt
Bean:  “Whh—at is-s…? Feeli—x…!” He looked to his son, his eyes begging for help.
human
Ferris:  “Go see the person you love, wherever she is. That’s what I’m going to do.” Ferris responded quietly.
gpt
Bean:  Bean’s face went rigid with shock, but Ferris showed not a hint of a reaction.
human
Ferris:  “I won’t let anyone take her from me. Especially the people who stole everything from me. She gave me something, and you’ll never have it from me. I’ll never give you any of the things I got when I became a person.”
gpt
Bean:  “Hrk… Hrrk…”
human
Ferris:  “Laying a finger on Lady Crusch was your first mistake—If you hadn’t, I…” He had his hand to his chest, but he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. He closed his mouth. Even if he could have said the words, Bean wouldn’t have heard them. The strength had already left his arms and legs, the light was gone from his eyes and the soul from his body. This was death, the absolute separation about which even Ferris could do nothing.
gpt
Ferris:  “…You should’ve just sent a letter.” Ferris spoke into the limitless emptiness, and it was the truest thing he said. Maybe he would have torn it up. Maybe he never would have accepted it. But just maybe, he wouldn’t have done either. Just maybe, they would have had a chance to talk to each other. With a gentle sigh, Ferris looked at Hannah. She looked back at him, still holding the limp form of the husband she had strangled, and smiled again. Then her smile fell—literally—as she crumbled into a pile of powdery dust. A moment later, all that remained was a mound of his mother’s ashes, the corpse of his father buried among them. As Ferris looked at his father, dead, and his mother, vanished, a voice devoid of emotion spoke to him.
human
Maid:  “—Master Felix. Is this what you wanted for them both?” It was the maid, who had remained with them throughout everything and kept silent until the very end.