human
Miles:  "There aren’t supposed to be any dragon riders in Lugunica!" Miles yelped.
gpt
Miles:  "Surely they haven’t broken that unwritten law—?"
human
Character:  "No, you’re quite right. Lugunica has no dragon riders. I just stowed away.”
gpt
Miles:  Miles gasped. "Im—impossible!" His anger at finding someone trespassing on his domain so high up in the sky was intensified by the young man’s nonchalant answer. The slaver, his eyes bloodshot, ordered the dragon to make a quick about-face.
human
Character:  "I’ll warn you again," the young man said. "Just bring the dragon to the ground. I can’t permit you to leave the country."
gpt
Miles:  "That’s enough out of you! You’ll die before I land this dragon!"
human
Character:  “…A shame.”
gpt
Miles:  Miles, on the ragged edge of consciousness from blood loss, caused the dragon to slow down very suddenly. He gritted his teeth against the ensuing force, which slammed into all his wounds at once and made his bones creak.
human
Miles:  "Wh-what the hell was that boy, anyway…? It doesn’t matter. Right now, I have to…" Miles was lucky not to be spitting blood at this point. He gripped the reins tightly. His injuries had begun to bleed again. If he didn’t rest soon, he couldn’t be sure he would survive.
gpt
Miles:  "—!" No sooner had he had this thought than he felt his intuition prickle. It was the same feeling he’d gotten before Crusch attacked, the one that said he was in mortal danger. It was born of an instinct deeper than thought, one that sought to preserve life and limb above all else. It had saved him more than once. But this time, in this instant, Miles found his arms and legs unwilling to move. And why not? After all, there was no point in trying to run from the overwhelming sense of death rising up from beneath him.