human
Ferris:  Nothing Ferris had said had made any impression on him, but this question drew out an obvious reaction.
gpt
Bean:  “S-stabbed her? What are you…?”
human
Ferris:  “There’s no point trying to hide it. You’re actually pretty good at preserving dead bodies. Everything looks just like it did the day she passed…including the cause of death.” It was impossible to defy the laws of healing magic. The basic principle of Ferris’s discipline was to encourage the body’s natural healing abilities, helping the body to become more capable of helping itself. But of course, a dead body had no natural healing capacity, which was why it was technically not possible to heal the wounds of a corpse—although there were exceptions.
gpt
Ferris:  “My mother was stabbed—repeatedly. Over and over, so many times. This… Even I feel bad for her.” His heart hurt. Although Ferris felt nothing for her as his mother, no one deserved to die in such a cruel way. But another thought accompanied this one: Such a homicidal rage was unlikely to be the work of a passerby, a stranger. If there was anyone in the past several years who had hated his mother enough to kill her, it was…
human
Bean:  “What’s that expression? …What a way to look at your father. What—what are you saying I did? !”
gpt
Ferris:  “I’m not saying anything at all.”
human
Bean:  “You are! Your eyes say it! Do you think it was wrong of me? Do you, too, think I was mistaken? Looking at me with those critical eyes every day—! Who could blame me, knowing I’d been betrayed by the one I loved?! I swear it was not my fault!” Ferris didn’t have to try to pry the truth out of his father. Bean confessed it practically of his own free will. Ferris didn’t know what had happened in the Argyle household since the Karstens had taken him away. But clearly, his parents had had some kind of falling out. And things had been done which could never be undone. His mother’s corpse was proof of that.
gpt
Ferris:  “Is it guilt that makes you want to bring her back? Because you want to apologize?”
human
Bean:  “Do you mock me?! I want the one I love to live, to live and live! Doesn’t everyone? !” Bean was frothing at the mouth. He tore at his head, ruining his carefully styled hair. “When you lose something precious to you, you’ll understand! No, your mother is dead! Do you feel nothing?! You must want her back…! Don’t you want her back? Can any child abandon the love of his parents? Quickly, now! Return her to life! Or—or don’t you care what happens to your beloved mistress? Do you need her to die before you understand—understand how I feel? !”
gpt
Ferris:  “—” In the face of Bean’s onslaught, Ferris realized talk would do no good. A faint blue light shimmered around his hands, and he quietly transferred it to his mother’s corpse. Somehow, the moment looked almost sacred. And then the corpse’s eyes drifted open.
human
Hannah:  “H—Hannah! Oh!