human
Fourier:  “I thought I might drop in to see if you were in good health.”
gpt
Crusch:  It was strange that Fourier “just happened” to show up primarily on days when Crusch would not be too busy to see him. These odd coincidences had gone on for the better part of ten years now, but Crusch had chosen not to question them.
human
Fourier:  “Just happened, you understand! Sheer chance! Don’t go getting the wrong idea!”
gpt
Crusch:  “Certainly not, Your Highness.”
human
Fourier:  “Yes, a fine answer! A fine answer indeed, but…you could afford to get just slightly the wrong idea…”
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch Karsten possessed a divine blessing, the ability to see the wind. This blessing of wind reading allowed her to see the invisible and read its flow. With it, she could even tell the true state of people’s hearts. It was a minor point of pride for her that she was rarely deceived. For all this blessing and power, though, there were two people who could lie to her and get away with it. One was Ferris, who knew Crusch’s heart better than any other and therefore knew how to keep things from her. The other was Fourier, whose bald-faced lies Crusch had no desire to call out.
human
Fourier:  “And although it’s chance that I came by, it seems it was a good one, yes?” A wind of untruth blew every time Fourier spoke the word chance. It was not chance but certainty; Fourier had come deliberately to visit. Crusch was honestly very happy that he felt such friendship toward her and Ferris. That was why she felt no need to reveal his lie. And now, she had been letting him hide his true intentions for ten years. "At any rate, Crusch, I know all about it, of course. Of course I know. But just to be sure we’re on the same page, let me ask you—where is the House of Argyle, exactly?”
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch had put a great deal of thought into this, but the first thing Fourier said turned the conversation on its head. He tried to find out what was going on while simultaneously pretending to already know. Crusch made a half smile at this very Fourier-esque attitude, and said, “Pardon me.” She bowed her head.
human
Crusch:  “Sometimes the magnitude of my friendship with you causes me to forget myself. My apologies.”
gpt
Fourier:  “Not at all, there’s no need for you to say you’re sorry! I assure you, I remember everything in great detail. I simply…want to make sure we remember the same thing! Don’t hesitate to speak.”
human
Crusch:  “Yes, Your Highness. The House of Argyle is Ferris’s family. His real name, as you’ll recall, is Felix Argyle, and he was the family’s eldest son.”
gpt
Fourier:  “Ahh, Ferris’s family, are they? And you say he used to be called Felix Argyle? What an interesting fact—that, uh, I of course knew already!” The wind of untruth gusted again, but Crusch said nothing.