human
Elisabeth:  “First, ’tis wholly unclear what actions you intend to take hereon in search of this salvation of yours or what have you.” Elisabeth raised her forefinger. The black varnish on her nail glittered as she spun it aimlessly around in the air.
gpt
Elisabeth:  “Even if you tell me to become your servant, I have no intention of agreeing while unable to verify the validity of your plans and directions. And even prior to that, another problem arises. Do I look to you to be a laudable enough woman to labor like a slave under the direction of another?”
human
Elisabeth:  “Yeah, nope, not seeing it.” Elisabeth pointed at herself, her face fiendish and cruel. Behind her, Kaito nodded earnestly. The two of them then traded an inane exchange.
gpt
Elisabeth:  “I have no desire to hear that from you. I shall kill you for that later.”
human
Kaito:  “Wait, why? !”
gpt
Jeanne:  Seeing them on their normal behavior despite the time and place, Jeanne tilted her head to the other side. “I see. That seems logical enough. Even the last section felt oddly persuasive. And your other reasons?”
human
Elisabeth:  “Second, you clearly have intentions of dragging us into some battle for the sake of salvation, do you not? And with no regard for our thoughts on the matter, at that. Why, then, should we content ourselves with being your servants? I see little benefit. We have little proof that your true motives are worthy of such faith.”
gpt
Jeanne:  “I see, I see. And what else?”
human
Elisabeth:  “Third, Kaito, you tell her.” Elisabeth turned to Kaito and gave a sharp gesture with her chin. The two of them still hadn’t consulted with each other. But in spite of that, he took over her speech with utmost ease.
gpt
Kaito:  “Thing is, we just don’t like you that much. That’s all.”
human
Jeanne:  “I see. Illogical in the extreme.” Jeanne bobbed her head up and down. But that was the extent of her reaction. She didn’t seem satisfied, but she didn’t seem dejected, either. She simply began spinning around on the spot, her left foot acting as her axle. The chains dangling from her thin wrists like a prisoner’s jingled.
gpt
Jeanne:  “Then I can assume that you have no intention of becoming my servants, but you plan on maintaining our collaborative relationship? After tellin’ you chucklefucks so many of the world’s secrets, having to be enemies with you meatheads sounds like a bad time! As you can see, I’m just a sweet little girl, after all!”
human
Elisabeth:  “The way you manage to offend is nothing short of superb, and your manner of speech is as disjointed as always. But I have no complaints with your conclusion. My servant’s foolishness and goody-goody nature know no limits, so I’m all but certain he’d have gotten himself involved regardless, of course. But I am not he. Normally, I’d have lost interest altogether the moment you mentioned salvation.”
gpt
Jeanne:  “Oh, do you intend on seceding, then? I’d like to see you try, bitch!”
human
Elisabeth:  “Nay, I shall lend you my strength."