gpt
Narration:  It had been no small choice for Wilhelm to abandon the sign of his knighthood. The emblem was the proof of acknowledgment by something as big and important as the kingdom itself. Once, he had been considered no more than a delinquent child, but the badge showed that he had been right all along. From the day he had knocked on the door of the royal army until this moment, he had been focused single-mindedly on the sword. All that time, he had believed it was all he needed, yet he had been given so many things. There had been enemies. Allies. Rivals, comrades, superiors. Those against whom he swore revenge. And…
human
Wilhelm:  "Theresia…" He whispered the name of the girl whom he now knew he cared deeply about. He put a hand on his sword as if to be sure it was still there. To abandon his emblem was to leave behind everything he had gained in the capital. It wasn’t that he believed they were without value. Rather, precisely because he knew they were valuable, he couldn’t act freely if he continued carrying them. He had let go of them because they were priceless. He did look back on them wistfully. He did feel guilt, regret, and anger. His emotions were like a muddy swamp. He had never managed a completely simple way of living. The days when he had merely wanted to be a sword felt as if they had never existed. And yet, neither did he hold that time against himself now.
gpt
Narration:  He knew that even if he managed to deal with everything that was going on, he wouldn’t simply be able to go back to the way things had been. His days had merely been so calm and complacent as to allow him to entertain such fantasies recently.