human
Emilia:  "Huh—?" It was as if some angry child had grasped a doll by its feet before hurling it with all the force a child could muster. Sent flying, Regulus made it clear on his face he had no idea what had transpired as he flew past the tops of the trees, instantly reaching a zenith, and from there on, he precipitously fell toward the ground. Cast down as if his feet were still in a child’s grasp, there was nothing Regulus could do as he was slammed headfirst into the ground, kicking up a large cloud of smoke. With a roar and a tremor, the ground exploded, and one tree fell after another, caught up in Regulus’s point of impact. The man was crushed under the additional impact of the great trees, and silence befell the boisterous forest.
gpt
Emilia:  "—Ah." Emilia lost her voice as she desperately tried to piece back together the string of scenes that had just happened. —She hadn’t seen any of it. But there was a single thing she did understand. "It is aaaas…I told you." She saw the front of the man in the black habit kneeling on the ground, tears of blood flowing from his eyes. Glaring at the cloud of dust kicked up between the gaps in the trees, that single man—raggedly coughing at the victory he had won in exchange for all his resolve—rose to his feet, pulling away from the agony of the black something eating away at him. His breaths were shallow, his legs unsteady. However, his soul burned hot from the flames of unyielding determination.
human
Romanée-Conti:  "Here lies hope…and the great, unforgettable debt of gratitude I owe to the people of this place…" Mixed with his blood-tinged coughs was a sense of solemn duty that seemed to claw at his mind even as he spoke. Over many years, his feelings must have grown and grown; just how deep they ran, none could see. None save the man himself, who gave himself over completely in service of that wish so that he might not forget what was dearest to him for even a single moment. "Those days, that bond, that wish…these, they gave, granted unto me. No matter how much time passes, I shall forget nothing… That is why, this moment, if I am still fit enough to cough blood…" Tears of blood flowed freely. His blood and flesh were at their limits, and the man heaved up a clump of blood as he stubbornly clung to blessings beyond his reach. His eye sockets were vivid crimson. Drenched in blood, his pupils were unfocused; even as he gazed straight ahead, it was doubtful whether he truly saw the world as it was.
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Pandora:  "Just what do you see with those scarlet-hued eyes, Archbishop Romanée-Conti?"
human
Romanée-Conti:  "—Love." Tears of blood flowed freely.