gpt
Kaito:  I… I can… As he tried to finish thinking through his answer, though, Kaito found himself interrupted. Crimson flower petals had begun gently fluttering around him. Startled, Kaito felt his eyes go wide. At some point, crimson had become interspersed with the silver snowflakes dancing through the air. A violent wind broke out, and petals and feathers flew through the air as though trying to blot out the milky sky. Astonished as he was, Kaito was reminded once more of a certain truth. Sentiment had the power to radically change the weight of a murder. That was only natural.
human
Kaito:  But there’s someone I know who’s fully willing to trample their own thoughts and feelings underfoot. She was someone who paid no heed to the wails of others, no matter how grief-stricken or forlorn they might be. And she had the power to utterly destroy her own feelings and sentimentality. The hefty sins she bore on her back did nothing to dull the resonance of her loud laughter.