human
Puck:  “You might cry even more than you are right now.”
gpt
Emilia:  She didn’t understand the meaning of Puck’s words.
human
Puck:  Puck softly floated up from Emilia’s palm. Swaying his long tail, he hovered at the tip of Emilia’s nose. His little, white paws touched her cheek. It was as if he was gently trying to wipe away one of the teardrops coursing from the corner of her eye. If she was going to lose this much warmth, even the frozen forest of her homeland was—
gpt
Puck:  “—Emilia. I reaaally love you.”
human
Emilia:  “—No! !” As she tried to stop their bonds from fading away, she thought the unthinkable when a voice echoed in the back of her mind. The voice came from “someone” speaking to Emilia from her indistinct memories. She was being made to choose. That instant, she was being forced to choose between the warmth before her eyes and the cold past sealed within the ice. And the right to choose rested in Emilia’s hand. That moment, if she reached out her hand, Puck would—
gpt
Puck:  “—Yeah. This is for the best, Lia.”