human
Kaito:  Grabbing his right arm with its beastly left counterpart, he forcibly wrenched it back down. Then, with trembling fingers, he stroked his cheek.
gpt
Kaito:  I knew it was gonna end like this. Or, at least, I should have known. Kaito had left Izabella behind, knowing full well what would become of her. Even so, the scene before his eyes smashed his heart to pieces like a hammer. That was simply how cruel Izabella’s transformation had been.
human
Elisabeth:  Elisabeth said nothing.
gpt
Jeanne:  Surprisingly, Jeanne’s expressionless face showed no changes.
human
Lute:  Lute, however, let out a low growl, sword in hand. He narrowed his eyes, as though digging through his memories.
gpt
Lute:  “Sir Kaito, is perchance that monster someone you…? No, I, too, know her name. Izabella. Izabella the paladin… That silver hair, the color of those eyes… Could that truly be Izabella Vicker? Why, that’s their commander! Why has she become such a thing?”
human
Kaito:  “Lute, you and Izabella knew each other?”
gpt
Lute:  “She paid us a few courtesy calls regarding the assistance Lady Vyade Ula Forstlast was providing in rebuilding the Capital. Her manners were rare for a human, and she valued repaying her debts. Why, from her second visit on, she even brought souvenirs for my wife! Well, I suppose that hardly qualifies as knowing her. Yet, still…” Then Lute stiffened his jaw, his teeth audibly grinding together. As he looked at Izabella’s grotesque form, his lupine eyes flashed. Dumbfounded, he repeated himself.
human
Lute:  “Still…”
gpt
Kaito:  “It’s okay, Lute. It’s more than enough in my book.” If it was someone he hadn’t known, he could likely have put her down out of pity. But knowing her character, how warm her heart had once been, would have dulled anyone’s blade. That was just the way things were. Sentiment had the power to radically change the weight of a murder. Even so, though, there were times when battle was inevitable. Now was one of those times.
human
Izabella:  “Ah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah, ehhhhh, eh, aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Izabella let out a maddened scream. Several of her bones had pointlessly expanded. In particular, her knees and elbows pierced through her skin. Each time she moved, blood flowed freely from her body. In spite of that, though, she leaped around with clear purpose. Her silver hair grew violently disheveled. Chunks wrapped around her limbs tore free, taking bits of scalp with them as they went.
gpt
Izabella:  “Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha-ha, hyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Even so, she continued laughing at the top of her voice. Recollections started flashing through Kaito’s mind. Then, despite knowing that it was the most meaninglessly sentimental thing he could possibly do, he began filtering through his memories.