human
Regulus:  Hmm, putting on a decent show, aren’t you? But you know, who are you rejecting in allowing them to escape? Any way you think of it, my business is with them, not you. In other words, your interference is a violation of my actions, of my rights.” And as Geuse stood still in the battlefield that spread before the Witch’s eyes, the fiendish, white-haired man uttered a mocking laugh.
gpt
Geuse:  “Put it however you please, Regulus Corneas. I shall wager my very existence. I will not allow you to advance any farther toward them!”
human
Regulus:  “Don’t say that. You might have been one of the founders of the Witch Cult, and you may have your seat because of a few past services you contributed, but if the question of who deserves it more was to come up now, that seat would be mine! Do you think you can beat me if you try hard enough? What kind of head do you have on those shoulders?”
gpt
Geuse:  “That…I will show you from this moment forward.” To Regulus, who was whipping himself into a frenzy with self-serving logic, Geuse gave a simple, quiet reply.
human
Emilia:  "No… Geuse, what are you…? !" Geuse put his hand into his habit. Recognizing that his expression was that of a man resigned to death, Emilia instantly reached a hand out toward the past. But she had no way to interfere with a tale recounting a past already long over. The hand that had once held hers slipped away. Her outstretched hand stood untouched, unable to halt his determination.
gpt
Emilia:  "Hey, don’t tell me that you…!"
human
Geuse:  Geuse had taken out of his habit a small black box. Setting eyes upon that little box, Regulus momentarily knit his brow, but he immediately gazed in astonishment as he realized just what it was. Geuse shot Regulus, all his initial composure fallen away, a look of determination.
gpt
Regulus:  “Surely, you feel it?