human
Reinhart:  “I will protect Lady Crusch, without fail.” He made the most elaborate bow possible.
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier nodded at him, then suddenly handed something to Crusch. He had specifically brought the object with him when he had heard that they were heading for Crusch’s rooms. “What is this, Your Highness?”
human
Fourier:  “You said my consideration is gift enough for you—but it isn’t for me. Therefore, I have prepared a gift for you as well. I think it will suit you better than anything else.”
gpt
Crusch:  Crusch’s eyes went wide as she unwrapped it. She held a sword in her hands—one that was obviously masterwork quality.
human
Fourier:  “This is the best of all the blades in the royal armory. I asked Bordeaux to verify as much, so I’m sure it’s true. It is my gift to you.”
gpt
Crusch:  “Your Highness…I thought you were against my wielding the sword.”
human
Fourier:  “What else could I do? All my life I have seen you with the sword in your hand. That is the you that I like best. I’m sure you’ll be stunning in your dress…but in my mind, you will always be the girl who grips the sword.” Fourier had begun to flush red from speaking his mind so directly. “If you won’t give up the blade, then I hope I can at least choose the one you hold. Otherwise, you might never replace that dagger. And I might never get you back from the Lion King.”
gpt
Crusch:  “My Lion King has always been… No,” Crusch said, cutting herself off. She shook her head. Then she held the sword aloft and said, “I am grateful for this happiness. I promise I will do deeds with it worthy of your precious consideration for me.”
human
Fourier:  “Good! …Well, I admit that wasn’t exactly how I expected you to accept it, but just the same!” Fourier had, in his own way, done his utmost to communicate his feelings, but thanks to Crusch’s obliviousness, they had gone straight over her head.
gpt
Ferris:  Ferris felt bad about that, but his respect for Fourier grew even more.
human
Crusch:  “Well, let us go, Ferris. We shall help my father and return immediately to the party!”
gpt
Ferris:  “Yikes, sounds like a lot of work! And here Ferri’s already been so busy all night…”
human
Crusch:  Crusch was already out the window.
gpt
Ferris:  Ferris hitched up his dress and followed her. He stepped out onto the grass where the night air enveloped him, and heaved a sigh, wondering what they were getting themselves into. But the desperate feeling of isolation he had felt while trying to deceive his mistress was no more.