gpt
Sanctuary Resident:  Then someone raised their hand and stepped forward. He was a resident from the Sanctuary, a man with a head full of bestial hair and ever-so-slightly-canine teeth—as someone who lived here, he was undoubtedly a half-blood himself. The man, whose age she would put at thirty thereabouts, bowed his head with a rather tense expression on his face. "To be honest, I… No, we…still haven’t decided in our hearts."
human
Sanctuary Resident:  ""
gpt
Sanctuary Resident:  "We aren’t sure whether to trust you or not. We who know nothing about the outside world can’t help but be scared of leaving the Sanctuary. That goes for me, too. I was born and raised here." Just as Garfiel had asserted, this was the Sanctuary in its present state. Many of the people dwelling here had undergone persecution for having blood that differed from both humans and demi-humans, causing them to seek this land as a place where they could find some peace. Others were born here, spent their entire lives in this place, and then returned to the soil. That was the way of life that had continued since the establishment of the Sanctuary four centuries prior. Lifting the barrier meant losing something that they had always taken for granted. How much did this mean to them? In terms of taking something for granted, Puck had been the closest comparison Emilia had. To Emilia, his sudden departure was the last thing she wanted. It was only natural that the residents of the Sanctuary were just as reluctant to have such a thing imposed on them by others.
human
Sanctuary Resident:  "If Master Roswaal is looking after us even on the outside, how would that be any different from us living here? I’d always thought maybe we don’t need to change."
gpt
Sanctuary Resident:  “…Yeah.”
human
Sanctuary Resident:  "However." Lowering her eyes, Emilia took in the man’s words. She awaited more with a gloomy heart. When she looked back, the man had stretched and straightened his back, his tense cheeks hardening as he continued.