human
Crusch:  “We often talked here and looked at the flowers together.” She spoke gently; her eyes showed that she was remembering something long past.
gpt
Ferris:  Ferris didn’t need to ask who it was she was remembering.
human
Crusch:  “In time, His Highness began to call at our mansion. I never told you, did I? Until I met His Highness, I always tied my hair back. Now I merely use a ribbon to keep it neat.”
gpt
Ferris:  “I never knew. Why did you stop tying it up?”
human
Crusch:  “His Highness told me to be faithful to myself. So that was what I did. I chose the ribbon I gave to you, but…it began with His Highness.”
gpt
Ferris:  Ferris unconsciously touched the white ribbon Crusch had given him, which he still wore in his hair.
human
Crusch:  She shared one memory after another with him, things he hadn’t known—but one by one, they became memories he and Crusch shared. A bond so beautiful and so lively that he couldn’t stop the flood of tears, or the ocean of smiles. “Ferris, the time that we…that His Highness and you and I shared together…is something I cherish.”
gpt
Crusch:  From the day Crusch had led Ferris from the Argyle mansion and first made him human, he had always been with her, and his circle soon expanded to include Fourier as well. A great deal of his life was made up of the two of them. “But the existence of the dragon undermines that precious time of ours,” she went on. “For many, His Highness existed only as a way of continuing the pact. They don’t mourn his death, not really.”
human
Ferris:  Ferris stiffened; fire danced in Crusch’s eyes. What had she seen? What had happened during that time when Ferris couldn’t be with her?
gpt
Crusch:  “But he did exist, enough to carve himself into my heart and yours. Fourier Lugunica well and truly lived.” With her right hand she touched her chest, and with her left hand, his. It was just a brush of her fingers, but Ferris thought the heat in them might burn his whole body. The fire of her resolve would swallow up every extraneous thought. “The man who was my Lion King did live. I shall never allow anyone to say he didn’t.”
human
Crusch:  The pact with the dragon embracing the kingdom had protected the people for a very long time. But it had made their hearts weak, so much so that they were willing to ignore the death of this kind boy who had been loved by everyone he met. People’s hearts had grown so frail that Fourier’s death was all but forgotten in the face of the pact with the dragon. “His death belongs to him. My Lion King is within me even now. I still dream the dream my king had—I alone can achieve it.” No one else saw how twisted the life of the kingdom had become.