human
Prisca:  "Some she-devil planted a whole troop of fools in my home, and I’m afraid good replacements have proven hard to find.”
gpt
Lamia:  “A she-devil? Oh my. That must have been terrible for you.” Lamia smiled innocently and checked her fingernails as she offered a banal bit of sympathy.
human
Prisca:  Prisca didn’t pursue the matter at this moment. She had no proof, whereas she was sure Lamia was more than prepared to talk her way out of the matter. Prisca’s victory this day would have to consist of making sure those preparations went to waste. Anyway, she had more important matters at hand.
gpt
Prisca:  “Yes, Prisca? Whatever’s the matter?”
human
Prisca:  “Nothing. I simply never imagined that, servants or no, I would ever be entertaining you in my house.”
gpt
Lamia:  “Goodness, I’d almost think you don’t like me. Well, I know you don’t like me. Neither of us likes the other.” The obligations of hospitality held no meaning. After all, Lamia didn’t so much as take a sip of the tea Prisca had offered her. This went double when the person you were entertaining was a blood relation—such was the way of the Volakian Royal Family. To do otherwise was to evince a great deal of trust in one’s host—or else to demonstrate that one had absolutely no enmity toward that person. Otherwise, it would be unimaginable. Ultimately, neither of these conditions could be hoped for between Prisca and Lamia. But it was precisely because of their relationship, in which only blood could wash away blood, that Lamia’s suggestion was worth considering.
human
Lamia:  “What do you say? Will you think about your dear older sister’s idea?”
gpt
Prisca:  “Fair enough. At the very least, I offer you this much praise: It is an unexpected move. I never thought the first person to approach me for an alliance would be you. I was sure—”
human
Lamia:  “That I would immediately take advantage of the excuse I finally had to kill you? Ooh, you do know how to push a person’s buttons, Prisca. Surely, you don’t think I would do something so reckless, do you?” Lamia perched her chin on her hands in imitation of Prisca and smiled cruelly. Mimicking the other person’s behavior was one way of establishing a rapport in conversation. It wouldn’t work on Prisca, naturally, but Lamia didn’t shift positions as she went on to say, “Of course, I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t occurred to me to crush you first. But even I know how to use my head, you know. My lovely, perfectly coiffed head.”
gpt
Prisca:  Prisca didn’t respond.
human
Lamia:  “Say I impulsively destroyed you—what then? What happens after that? Only an idiot acts without thinking about the consequences. Like our brothers and sisters who didn’t take up the challenge of the Bright Sword."