human
Prisca:  "Sadly, I can only say that there’s any number of reasons why either of us might be targeted by assassins." Prisca wasn’t disappointed by his answer; she hadn’t held out much hope in the first place.
gpt
Prisca:  "Of course." They were in the parlor of Prisca’s mansion, one room that hadn’t sustained any damage. Prisca had chosen this place to receive her brother and his entourage, leaving the dining room in its disheveled state.
human
Vincent:  Vincent hadn’t so much as flinched upon learning that a substantial number of people had just died in his sister’s home; he, like Prisca, was more than used to this sort of thing. They had each been the target of such attempts on their lives since their youngest days. Among her many stepsiblings, Prisca judged that only Vincent could be as bold as she when it came to these happenings. That said, Vincent wasn’t particularly interested to know that a sister seven years younger than him thought highly of him.
gpt
Vincent:  "As for the mansion, let me handle things. If I lost a little sister who’d survived so much for some silly, asinine reason, it would be…a lonely thing."
human
Prisca:  "Lonely! Very admirable, I’m sure. But I admit, I’m willing to be grateful to receive the largesse of a beloved older brother’s fondness."
gpt
Vincent:  "You know how some little girls are lovable? You’re not."
human
Prisca:  "And here I felt beloved was the greatest expression of affection that I could muster." Prisca held up a cup of black tea that she’d steeped herself—her one gesture in the direction of genuine hospitality—and lied as easily as she breathed.
gpt
Vincent:  Vincent sneered a bit, knowing perfectly well that the claim of love went no further than Prisca’s lips; he took the proffered cup of tea, sipped, and let out a breath. Brother and sister were here doing what they always did: baiting each other and probing at the same time. Despite what seemed on the surface like a rather prickly exchange, Prisca and Vincent were actually quite fond of each other. Indeed, the very fact that Vincent took a sip of the tea without hesitation was, in its own way, proof of that.