human
Libre:  "If I’m going to pit my way of life against another’s, I want it to be someone who bleeds, someone who weeps!"
gpt
Action/Narration:  The commotion was immense. The flash of sparks, the clang of clashing blades, their stamping across the earth all added to the cacophony. Life bloomed in every blow, emotions were expressed in every strike, and all the noise cried out for more combat. He wasn’t steel. He wasn’t a demon. Here, he was just a boy named Wilhelm. Libre’s opponent was just a single human, and Libre himself was just a single demi-human—the whole war was encapsulated in the two of them. Wilhelm just managed to find an opening from above, spinning to bring his sword toward Libre’s neck. The serpent raised his weapon and caught it—and then the blade shattered, and Wilhelm’s strike found its mark. Libre’s vision went red. But the blow’s power had been blunted, and the sword was unable to pierce Libre’s scales. With the sword half buried in his neck, Libre brought up the remaining end of his twin blade to sweep at Wilhelm. The difference between them as species, the difference in the abilities they were born with, decided this battle. It was, indeed, the reason for this entire civil war.
human
Libre:  “In the end…maybe we are different."
gpt
Libre:  "Maybe we can’t understand each other. For just a moment, I almost thought I had gotten through to you, if ever so little. Did I imagine it?”
human
Action/Narration:  Wilhelm fell back, clutching the wound on his chest. Libre thrust with his sword. But even as death approached, the boy’s murderous eyes refused to admit defeat. Sadness flooded Libre’s heart. Such intense vitality did not deserve this fate.
gpt
Libre:  “You really are human, aren’t you? So utterly human, it brings me sorrow. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a threat to me and mine. I regret to say that this is good-bye.”
human
Action/Narration:  The boy could not be allowed to live. Libre might be taunted; it might be said that his own humanness had been exploited in combat. But his affection for a given individual and his pride as a demi-human were different things. Libre Fermi was not in a position to give precedence to his personal feelings. He knew that all his actions must advance the demi-human cause. And so—
gpt
Libre:  “When this is all over, I shall put a flower on your grave. A blood-red one, full of the heat of passion.”
human
Action/Narration:  Then he raised his halved twin blade, hoping to offer the Sword Devil at least a painless death. The next instant, a beam of light pierced Libre’s chest from behind.
gpt
Action/Narration:  The moment before death came to him, Wilhelm’s life did indeed flash before his eyes.
human
Libre:  “Hrrk! Haah!” Blood accompanied Libre’s long tongue as it slid out of his mouth; trembling, he looked behind him in amazement. There stood the witch Sphinx, who had appeared suddenly, her glowing finger pointed in their direction.
gpt
Libre:  “What…do you think…you’re doing?”
human
Sphinx:  "Right."