human
Belstetz:  Belstetz bowed respectfully and was silent.
gpt
Lamia:  Lamia hated the elderly, but that was because so many of them were so thoroughly incapable. As long as they knew how to handle themselves, she didn’t mind their existence. Still, she felt the elderly were too eager to speak in general, and the best way to handle them was to shut them up. "That, at least, is something I admire about my dearly departed father’s dedication. He knew that expiring pathetically on his deathbed would cast a pall over all his achievements. And we wouldn’t want that.”
human
Lamia:  No matter how strong and virile in youth, age made fools of everyone. It was Lamia’s opinion that the system of imperial succession, which replaced the ruler before that could happen, was supremely logical. She, too, hoped the curtain would come down on her life before she grew old and her intelligence and beauty withered. “Although, I do plan to make it last as long as I can."
gpt
Belstetz:  “—Very well, Your Excellency. If you have no objections, shall I continue with the plan?”
human
Lamia:  "Yes, please do.” The strategist wasn’t interested in entertaining Lamia’s stray remarks, but in continuing his work. She didn’t blame him for that nor reproach him—she only nodded and winked.
gpt
Lamia:  Bartroi was dead, and the moronic siblings he’d rallied to his cause had lost their standard-bearer. Already unqualified to take part in the Rite, bent as helplessly as branches in the wind, they had only one choice: to seek someone new to guide them. They would find Lamia. “We’re dealing with a cabal brought together by my brother Bartroi. I can only assume their heads are empty, every one. When they hear our brother is dead, it will be a simple matter to wrap them around my little finger.”
human
Lamia:  He was just as foolish as the siblings who, misjudging their own ability, had attempted to grasp the Bright Sword and been destroyed; that was Lamia’s true opinion of Bartroi. However, in that his foolishness had ultimately resulted in at least some advantage to her, there was admittedly a measure of value in his life. As she made to leave the room, Lamia stopped and turned back toward her brother’s corpse, his face still buried in the floor.
gpt
Lamia:  “Say, Bartroi… Dear Brother. I want you to know, I didn’t hate you—not really.” There was no answer—of course there wasn’t. But Lamia wasn’t looking for one. She wasn’t trying to apologize or somehow salve her conscience. She was simply offering a report.
human
Lamia:  “You were just the easiest to manipulate. The most susceptible to the innocent blathering of a sweet little girl.” She was letting him know that it had all been nothing more than an opening gambit, a strategic move made when she was still very young.