human
Fourier:  “Mm… I knew…your smile was…beautiful.”
gpt
Ferris:  "The third prince passed away last night. That’s the seventh person…”
human
Ferris:  “—” Grieved, Ferris left the king’s sickroom after another day of trying various curative magics to no effect.
gpt
Ferris:  “His Highness… If anything happens to His Highness…”
human
Fourier:  “Ferris, the makeup worked beautifully. Crusch thought my color was good… Ha-ha, we sure pulled the wool over her eyes. She’s so trusting.”