gpt
Man:  —The next moment, Roswaal let up a scream as his limbs crumpled and twisted, his blood and flesh ruined. “I really hate this. It really gets me down. Me doing twisted stuff like this is really the worst. It’s dismal. It’s lame. It’s disheartening. It’s dreary. It’s withering. It’s the worst. Worst of the worst of the worst—so depressing.”
human
Roswaal:  “Ah—” As Roswaal listened to those melancholic words that seemed to seep into his heart, the final murmured word seemed to land a decisive blow. Unable to withstand the additional pressure, Roswaal’s torso was “crushed.” He coughed up a great quantity of blood, enough to convince anyone his torso had been pulped right at its center, his internal organs pushed up through his mouth. The whites of his eyes were bared, his limbs convulsed, and Roswaal fell silent.
gpt
Man:  “Ahhh, ahhh, aaah, what. What, what. What’s with thiiiis. I really hate this, my chest feels bad. My mood’s sinking. My head’s heavy. It’s depressing. Depressing, depressing, depressingdepressingdepressingdepressing—” As Roswaal sank into a sea of blood, not moving a muscle, the man continued to vent gloomily. Roswaal’s grand demise and the unorthodox man who had inflicted it—unable to do anything but watch the scene to its conclusion, Ryuzu, who had forgotten even to breathe, belatedly remembered how to do so at that late moment—
human
Man:  “Ahhh…? My heart is heavy, but it seems like there’s someone over there?”
gpt
Ryuzu:  “—!” The instant a slight bit of air passed into her lungs, the man’s attention turned in her direction. That fact left Ryuzu astonished. Ryuzu had been peeking at the battle from a cabin some distance away.