human
Grimm:  He could hardly imagine anyone being stupid enough to try to break into the barracks of the national army, but this was a time of war. A demi-human on a secret infiltration mission, perhaps? No, that was overthinking it. But he had to be sure. Grimm touched the scabbard of the sword he carried and, as silently as he could, made his way to the back of the building. He peeked out from the shadows, attempting to find the source of the ongoing sound. There, late at night behind the barracks, Grimm saw a young man single-mindedly swinging his sword. "…Wilhelm?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  The blade flashed silver as it danced through the night air.
human
Grimm:  By the moonlight, Grimm could see how astonishingly clean Wilhelm’s technique was. At the sound of Grimm’s voice, Wilhelm looked up. Grimm caught his breath as the sharp eyes fixed on him. “Um…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Oh, Grimm, it’s you." Wilhelm said with disinterest. "Don’t bother me.”
human
Grimm:  After a while, Grimm spoke hesitatingly. “You…know my name?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Why shouldn’t I? We’re in the same squadron. You know my name, don’t you? Or did you think I’m one of those idiots who can’t remember a name?”
human
Grimm:  “N-no, I… I mean, I thought maybe you didn’t care about anyone else…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “I don’t remember people’s names because I care. I do it because it’s necessary. If I don’t remember the names of at least the people in my squadron, it’ll cause me problems later. Have I explained myself thoroughly enough for you?”
human
Grimm:  He was right, but Grimm found himself agape at having Wilhelm tell him all this. He had never so much as had a complete conversation with him before. The boy didn’t engage in small talk; he seemed to say the absolute minimum required to communicate. In fact, Grimm wondered sometimes if the boy was even really human. “So you do think like a normal person sometimes…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Say what?”
human
Grimm:  “Erk, sorry! I didn’t mean it the way it sounded…” He searched for a better way to explain himself but found none. Instead, he said, “Er, or maybe I did…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm shot Grimm a dubious look, but he quickly appeared to lose interest. He raised his sword and began swinging it again. “Have you been doing that ever since training ended?”
human
Wilhelm:  “Yeah. Don’t talk to me. It disrupts my concentration.”
gpt
Grimm:  “We went out to get a drink after training. I think Tholter is still there.”
human
Wilhelm:  “Oh yeah? I thought I smelled alcohol. Don’t talk to me.”
gpt
Grimm:  As he gave his curt answers, Wilhelm began swinging the sword faster and faster as if to lose himself in the act. Grimm found he could hardly follow the blade as it whipped high and low. So instead, he slumped against the side of the barracks and stared distantly. “Why are you so into sword fighting? Isn’t there anything you do for fun?”
human
Wilhelm:  “Maybe there would be, if we weren’t at war. But we are."