human
Ferris:  He hated the maid who had chosen to accompany his parents into death. It was as if everything here, all of it, every inch of this house, existed only to cause him suffering.
gpt
Ferris:  “Ferris!” But just as he was about to burst into tears, he heard a voice from downstairs. His soul resonated with the sharp, resounding timbre instantly.
human
Ferris:  “Lady Crusch—!” Even framed by leaping crimson flames, even in a place thick with the smell of rot, Crusch was beautiful. Ferris found her in the great room, rushed to her, and clung to her without a second’s hesitation.
gpt
Crusch:  She held him tight in her arms. “Thank goodness you’re safe."
human
Ferris:  “Th-that’s my l-line…”
gpt
Crusch:  “I guess it is. I’m sorry for worrying you. But I’m all right, thanks to His Highness’s plan.”
human
Ferris:  Ferris looked and saw Julius, presumably there at Fourier’s behest, standing beside Crusch. So he was the one who had saved her. But there was no time for Ferris to express his gratitude now. Crusch looked up, narrowing her eyes as she confirmed that the source of the fire was above them. “Ferris, are your parents…?”
gpt
Ferris:  “Get—! Get me out…now…!”
human
Crusch:  “Ferris?”
gpt
Ferris:  “Get me out of here! Take me away, just like before…! There’s nothing here! If I stay here, I won’t be me anymore…! Make me…human… Keep me by your side. With you, Lady Crusch, and His Highness…!” he begged her, stumbling over his words. Emotions ran through Ferris that seemed alien even to him. Julius’s face clouded with confusion, and he looked to Crusch as if for guidance.
human
Crusch:  “—All right. Let’s put an end to this time of injustice you’ve endured.” She held him close, patting him comfortingly on the back. Ferris was surprised how relieved the gesture made him feel. “Julius, take the lead. I’ll bring Ferris.”
gpt
Julius:  Julius nodded and set off in front of them. He easily pushed aside the undead warriors who stood mindlessly in their way, while others were swallowed by the flames. In the burning corpses, Ferris saw himself in this house. Burning, burning to the ground. The terrible memories were swathed in fire, the origin he had so long suppressed turning to ash in a mantle of red.
human
Ferris:  “Lady Crusch, you’re all right—!” Almost before he knew what had happened, they were out of the mansion. A military official was rushing up to Crusch, who still held fast to Ferris’s shoulders. They said something to each other, and Crusch kept Ferris’s hand in hers the whole time.
gpt
Someone:  “Look, the undead warriors—!”
human
Someone:  All the zombies had begun to move at once. Moments earlier, they had been attacking anything that got close. Now they all shuffled toward the mansion. They filed into the burning house, and one by one were reduced to motes of soot and dust. Only the spell caster, or someone given authority by the spell caster, could control the zombies. With Bean dead, the warriors were merely awaiting their end.