human
Chisha:  For a brief instant, it felt like his thoughts had been lit on fire. The voice, strong and overpowering, belonged to a girl who brimmed with the confidence that her flame could consume all. Chisha felt compelled to swallow hard, his face stiffening. He watched as a group emerged from the shadows: a princess cloaked in crimson, flanked by Redmonger soldiers and a silver-haired girl at her side. “Prisca Benedict.” Standing across from the unflappable young woman, Chisha was suddenly aware that his throat was strangely dry. He forgot to include any honorific when he whispered her name.
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca herself chose not to remark on it. Indeed, it—he—was beneath her notice. She cast her gaze past the stunned Chisha to look at Vincent standing beside him. “I’m glad you made it, Prisca. I hope you’re well.”
human
Prisca:  "Of course I am, Brother. And just imagine how much better I would be if your head were to fall from your shoulders right here and now."
gpt
Vincent:  They stared at each other, a brother and sister with an unbridgeable gulf between them, their reunion reeking of blood. But they were both smiling.