human
Arakiya:  "Don’t draw attention to yourself anymore. Like with the broadcast…on the sword-slave island…"
gpt
Priscilla:  "Ah, but that was my own expression of love for my brother. With the resolution of matters on the island, he could keep his defenders at home in the capital."
human
Priscilla:  In any case, ultimately, it had only been a matter of time before Priscilla’s hiding place would have been discovered. She was a woman fundamentally unsuited to lying low somewhere and watching the world pass her by. Even her days with Jorah had been merely a detour—although, unexpectedly, not an unpleasant one. Pleasant enough, at least, that she had lost her resistance to using the name Priscilla Pendleton. "Arakiya, I am grateful to you. But the next time we meet, you had best have your resolve set."
gpt
Arakiya:  "…I hope we don’t meet. Ever again."
human
Priscilla:  "But we shall. At least, I believe so." With that, Priscilla smiled—and at the same moment, there came a huge explosion from the direction she’d come, the direction of the mansion. The battle seemed to have reached some sort of climax.
gpt
Arakiya:  Arakiya glanced toward the sound for a bare instant, but her attention swiftly returned to what was in front of her eyes.
human
Arakiya:  "Princess…" …by the time she turned back, Priscilla was already gone. Arakiya looked everywhere, but she knew Priscilla was not so careless as to be found that easily. She was, after all, Arakiya’s own milk sibling, and the Volakian emperor’s only living relative… "…I’m begging you…" Arakiya dearly wished Priscilla would go away, as far away as possible, and live out her life. That she would forget about the brutal war of succession in the empire and go on as just another girl, living in some distant place. But despite her wishes, Arakiya knew the truth. "It’s absolutely…impossible." The young woman, Prisca Benedict, would never endure that way of life. Sometime in the future, another day would come when, like today, Arakiya was brought face-to-face with her princess. When that day came, what, if anything, would she be able to do with Priscilla, or Prisca? Set your resolve. That was what she had been told. And yet… "Lady Prisca… You big dummy…" And yet for the moment, that single murmur was all she could manage.