human
Chisha:  The Volakian Royal Family was known to be a little odd—and when Vincent saw the power of calculation Chisha displayed in getting the carriage moving again after its wheel had snapped off in a gutter, he’d plucked him from the street then and there. From that moment, Chisha began to serve Vincent personally, although he was always intensely aware of how unsuited he was for the position. And he was most unsuited for a battlefield like this—for the war of succession they called the Rite of Imperial Selection. How many nights had he spent asking himself why he was here? And yet no other person could have been entrusted with such a major role—which left only him. He hated to give detailed instructions, and anyway, there was the pressing issue of whom his master would trust. On that point, Cecils was technically an option, at least, but Chisha was of the opinion that the idiot mutt couldn’t be expected to stick to a given strategy. And so after much deliberation, Chisha had concluded that if he wanted this job done right, he was going to have to do it himself.
gpt
Vincent:  "You don’t look pleased, Chisha. Your pallor is even worse than normal."
human
Chisha:  "I suppose so, sire… I was just lamenting my own position."
gpt
Vincent:  "Lamenting? Why so?"
human
Chisha:  "First, because I’m not fond of plans that involve risking my life. And second, because I not only suggested the plan but agreed to take part in it myself—quite strange, coming from me." He ran a hand through his neatly coiffed hair and sighed dramatically, as if to indicate how much trouble it all was. His voice almost sounded like a quiet cough.
gpt
Chisha:  And yet oddly, no one had ever complained that he was hard to hear or understand. At this moment, too, he spoke softly.
human
Vincent:  Vincent listens to him, simply chuckled.
gpt
Chisha:  How exhilarating would it be to interject that this was hardly the time for laughter? Of course, Chisha was too rational to do such a thing, and his master too important to reproach. In the distance, they could hear shouting punctuating the cacophony of battle. An explosion of lives being stolen and defended, each pitting their own values against the other. And at the center of it all stood the man who was now here with Chisha: Vincent Abelks. Vincent, the man well understood to be the closest to the throne at the beginning of the Rite. It was only natural that he would become the target of the other claimants, but this encirclement was even more vicious than expected. The attacking force they currently faced sat on the high end of the scale of danger they’d anticipated.
human
Vincent:  "It is still within my expectations. Which means the progress of events is still within my con—"
gpt
:  A fiery voice interrupts Chisha's quiet murmur, that almost seemed to burn his eardrums.
human
:  "I see, I see. You’ve found yourself some decent pawns, Brother. You have my compliments."