human
Valt:  "And so the world is waiting for one last straw—a final move to restore things to their original form.”
gpt
Miralys:  "That sounds like something from a dream.”
human
Valt:  “The next day, my father hanged himself for the first time, and I understood everything." Valt said as lightly as if he were discussing what he’d eaten for dinner yesterday, but his words painted a sorrowful picture. They cast a shadow as dark as the ones the fierce midday sun peeking through the curtain left on the floor.
gpt
Miralys:  Miralys frowned. "Valt?”
human
Valt:  “I understood. And yet I—” Silence. It was like that dark room rejected and blocked off every fate in the world. Amid a sense of ennui almost inherited from the futures trying to converge, a drab melancholy shrouded the chamber.
gpt
Miralys:  Miralys stood, reached out for Valt, and clasped his face between her hands. She leaned close to him and whispered, “I don’t want to let you die.”
human
Valt:  “I’ll be fine.” The man smiled, yet despite his cheerful expression, he gave off a gloomy vibe, as if he’d accepted his fate.