human
Mother, she said,
gpt
Calm yourself, child, no awful people come hither. Tell me what has occurred.
human
It was my fault, wailed Sorrow;
gpt
I did it. Oh, why am I in the world? why am I not there, deep down in the lake where the frozen water would bury me safely?
human
Be quiet, child, quiet; do not murmur, do not complain, for you bow down the haughty and soften the hardhearted.