human
Tinasha:  "Besides, none of her clients ever saw her as a person. Swanning about all arrogantly, they treated her like an insect. Someone like you wouldn’t know what that’s like, would you?"
gpt
Tinasha:  "You’re right. I wouldn’t." She knew there were limits to one’s imagination. No matter how she sympathized or envisioned what it must be like, it would only come off as trite and clichéd.
human
Tinasha:  "But from Clara’s view, wouldn’t it make her much happier to have you with her forever as opposed to the deaths of those she hated at the cost of losing you to execution?" Tinasha wished to say as much, but she held back. Instead, she looked up at Oscar.
gpt
Tinasha:  "Well, it’s up to you now."
human
Oscar:  "Thanks for the help. I’ll have the soldiers take him in."
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha glanced at Simon, whose expression had relaxed, looking placid again. The sight of it made some manner of indescribable bile rise in her throat, and she bit her lip.