human
Carol:  “Going to see him would be a waste of effort.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Why, you—”
human
Carol:  “But I’m impressed you were able to bring me a message from someone who can’t talk. I didn’t know he was literate enough to write down—”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Don’t get too pleased with yourself, Wilhelm Trias.” Wilhelm narrowed his eyes as Carol's intensity rose again as though to resume their contest earlier. Carol’s empty hand was clenched in a fist.
human
Carol:  “Grimm may forgive all the humiliating things you say about him, but I will not stand here and allow you to demean him.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “You’re talking about the sort of thing friends do. Don’t try to force it on me.” The two of them stood exchanging dangerous stares. Carol looked away first. Wilhelm scoffed. She shook her head slowly and headed for the door, but then she said,
human
Carol:  “I brought you his message, even if it’s hopeless. Just once, try doing something decent by a friendship forged in battle.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Since when are he and I friends?”
human
Carol:  “Grimm sees you as his brother in arms. I thought maybe I could, too.” Carol left the room, leaving an intimidated-looking Wilhelm behind her. He heard the door close, then he threw himself down on his bed in frustration. He exhausted his swordsman’s spirit glaring at the ceiling. After that, only emptiness was left in his heart.