human
Emilia:  Smoke was rising from the scorched plains, and standing right beside an enormous, decrepit structure, bathed directly in the scarlet sunlight, was a silver-haired girl marred with blood.
gpt
Emilia:  "I’ve thought this many times, and I’ve denied it many times…but the nightmare truly has come, so I will say it." A smile came over her bloodied face. It was a smile toward the person she hated most in that world.
human
Emilia:  "Perhaps it is true—we should never have met." At the corner of one of her purple eyes, a tear formed a single line as it gently fell. The drop coursed down her cheek, and just before it fell from her chin onto the blood-marred ground, the world burst apart and vanished.
gpt
Emilia:  “—!” Her consciousness, lacking a body, could not draw in its breath. All she could do was endure the desperate urge to do so with all her might.