human
Pandora:  Her frozen body, bathed in impacts from above and below, made a high-pitched sound as it shattered into tiny pieces.
gpt
Pandora:  “Please calm yourself. Surely, we can understand each other if we only speak.”
human
Emilia:  “Die.”
gpt
Pandora:  Mighty blocks of ice closed in from left and right, crushing Pandora’s body and cruelly transforming it into a pathetic lump of flesh. “You are a gentle girl deep in your heart. Doing this will only make your mother sad.”
human
Emilia:  “Die.”
gpt
Pandora:  A spinning blade of ice rose from below Pandora’s feet and sliced her to ribbons, sending crimson lumps of ice flying. “You are betraying the numerous wishes placed in you…by your parents, Archbishop Romanée-Conti, and your mother, as well.”
human
Emilia:  “Die—! !”
gpt
Pandora:  A white cloud enveloped Pandora, transforming her body into an ice statue. A mighty sword of ice swung downward a moment later, not slicing but rather, smashing the statue, scattering it in chunks across the ground with tremendous force. Pandora was slain again and again in a tempest of bloodlust and countless, inexhaustible, violently creative means of destruction. And yet—
human
Pandora:  “How troublesome. It seems this has caused the opposite of the intended effect.”
gpt
Emilia:  “Die, die, die, die…! !” As she sobbed and wailed, Emilia poured icy destruction upon Pandora over and over. However, even as Pandora assuredly died each and every time, she instantly revived just as quickly.
human
Emilia:  “D-die… Die…” Each time Emilia strained her young body to cast magic, she drew closer to her limit. She cast spells one after another even though her body couldn’t support it, her face turning red as her lower half began to freeze over. She wasn’t expelling it fast enough and the increasingly vast store of mana she had drawn into her body was beginning to go out of control.
gpt
Pandora:  “Such an incredible amount of mana…and a Gate that can manage all this… It would seem a Witch’s progeny cannot flee from fate— Perhaps you were brought to this forest to make sure your blood continued to slumber.”
human
Emilia:  Emilia did not understand the meaning of Pandora’s comment, but she shook her head to reject it all the same. Her right leg had completely frozen over; it was difficult for her to even stand straight. She went down to one knee. Her murderous violet eyes shot right through Pandora; the sight of bloodlust in one so young made Pandora lower her own gaze. “This is most unfortunate considering my greatest desire is right before me, but I shall leave it at this for today. Any more, and it seems I will only make you push yourself further.”
gpt
Emilia:  “Die, die, die, die…!”
human
Pandora:  “We have accomplished much today: learning of your bloodline, confirming the existence of the Key, and the birth of a new Archbishop of the Seven Deadly Sins— More importantly, taking the seal and leaving is more than sufficient… Oh my.” Her arbitrary conclusion that left no room for discussion was the very epitome of conceit.