human
Fourier:  Fourier, the gentle smile still on his face, listened closely to the note of joy in her voice. "We’ve…been through quite a lot, haven’t we? I so desperately wanted your attention… Heh! It led me to put you and Ferris to a great deal of trouble.”
gpt
Crusch:  “…Your Highness. It was never a burden to do what you…”
human
Fourier:  “Tell me, Crusch… How did I do?”
gpt
Crusch:  “Your Highness?”
human
Fourier:  “Was I able…to be a Lion King worthy of your devotion…?”
gpt
Crusch:  “—” They’d made a promise, once. They’d sworn by the pieces of the days they’d filled with laughter. Crusch’s breathing grew strained at Fourier’s question.
human
Fourier:  “Your devotion was…precious. Something I cherished. Don’t… Don’t ever forget that.” Fourier smiled as if he were somehow proud of himself and raised his hand. He brushed Crusch’s cheek, touching the hot tears that flowed down it, and traced his fingers along the line of her lips. “Crusch.”
gpt
Crusch:  “Yes, Your Highness.”
human
Fourier:  “I…lo…”
gpt
Crusch:  “—” There came a gust, a cold wind that tugged at Fourier’s and Crusch’s hair.
human
Crusch:  “Your Highness?”
gpt
Fourier:  “—”
human
Crusch:  “Your Highness, are you tired?”
gpt
Fourier:  “—”
human
Crusch:  “Your Highness, I know how you’ve worked and struggled. Please, rest peacefully.”
gpt
Fourier:  “—”
human
Crusch:  “One last thing…” The breeze continued to blow. But with her blurring vision, Crusch didn’t see it, not even with her blessing. There, in the garden, Crusch held Fourier close and whispered. “I wish I could have seen the future you dreamed of…”