human
Kaito:  As they ran, Kaito cast a fleeting glance backward.
gpt
Kaito:  Only Jeanne and Izabella remained atop the ice.
human
Jeanne:  Alone, the golden Torture Princess gazed down upon the dying woman. She gazed down upon the person who, by all rights, she should let die. She gazed down upon the first woman she’d ever loved.
gpt
Jeanne:  "I'll…" Jeanne's whisper came out hoarse. Then her head flopped to the side. For the first time, her expressionless visage shattered. With a perplexed look on her face, she let out a childlike whisper.
human
Jeanne:  "...I...will?" And then Jeanne de Rais, the saint, the whore, and the man-made maiden of salvation, made her choice.