gpt
Narrator:  “And so the poor, sweet princess was caught in her enemy’s trap and lost her life. The princess’s elder brother claimed ultimate victory and became the nation’s emperor, and they say he still rules and prospers to this day.”
human
Schult:  "Wh-what a very thrilling story! And what happened after that?”
gpt
Narrator:  “There is no after that. I told you, did I not? The princess, the main character of the story, dies at the end. The story can’t continue.”
human
Schult:  “What?! But…but nothing says that!” The young boy’s eyebrows were raised adorably in his distress. It was a most unusual state for him.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla cocked her head. Her orange hair cascaded down her shoulders, flashing as it went. She crossed her arms in front of her ample chest. "Come, now, Schult. Have you grown so high-and-mighty that you can critique the story I choose to tell you? What about the tale has so upset you? Tell me, if you can.”
human
Schult:  “Yes, milady! The princess in that story was just too, too tragic! She worked so hard and tried her very best, but her brother tricked her, and her pet dog tricked her, too… Oh, I simply don’t know what to do!” Schult puffed out his bright-red cheeks.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla felt herself smile a little. She’d massaged a few of the details, but her story largely followed the facts. As such, Schult’s reaction was touching, given that he himself knew the “tragic princess.” However…
human
Priscilla:  "However you may discover you feel about it, the princess is already dead, and the story is over. It can’t be changed. That’s the nature of the tales that we tell.”
gpt
Schult:  “Aww… But that’s so sad. It hurts so much.”
human
Priscilla:  “What are you going to do about it, then? Waste time complaining and being upset?” If that was how he planned to conduct himself, Priscilla’s evaluation of Schult would change dramatically.