gpt
Emilia:  Emilia’s violet eyes filled with anger as she chewed Priscilla out, holding Felt close to protect her. "Such hostility in an important place like this… What are you thinking?!"
human
Priscilla:  "I am merely teaching an untrained bitch her proper place. After all, impoliteness toward me can only be repaid with one’s life." Priscilla waved off the nuisance with a hand, numb to any pangs of guilt.
gpt
Emilia:  "Won’t you say you’re sorry? Or do you actually not realize you’ve done something wrong?"
human
Priscilla:  "Ahh, this is most amusing. I have rarely been so entertained. You may take that as a compliment." She glanced at Emilia with barely constrained laughter.
gpt
Emilia:  "What a disagreeable child you are. What are you talking a—"
human
Priscilla:  "One should apologize for doing something wrong, you say? If that is the case, why do you not apologize, silver-haired half-elf? In your case, ‘I’m sorry I was ever born.’"
gpt
Emilia:  "I-I have…no relationship to the Witch…" Her shoulders shuddered, and her fearlessness faded from her eyes, replaced by acute pain.
human
Priscilla:  "Does such an excuse mean anything to anyone?