human
Boy:  "Exactly. This all happens later for you. But that future isn’t going to exist. I’ve altered it for the sake of my mother.” The boy scowled, and his face steeled against pain.
gpt
Boy:  “My mother was a kind and beautiful person. She should never have been forced to live that kind of life…” The youth in blue let out a deep sigh. Quietly, he spoke into the dark cave.
human
Boy:  “After her death…I learned of a way to change the past. Then I came here.” His voice echoed off the rock walls and faded away.
gpt
Brother:  “…So that means you’re…” The clan leader’s younger brother ruminated on what the boy had said over and over.
human
Brother:  Tell me your name,” the younger brother of the clan leader insisted, hardly understanding why he’d said it himself. He simply felt like if he didn’t ask now, he’d never know. Nothing would be left of the boy. It would be as if he were never there.
gpt
Boy:  “You were the only one who was sympathetic to my mother. You helped me when I was little and buried her in her home village. That’s why I’ll tell you everything. My name—and how I came to be here.” The boy glanced down at his father on the ground.
human
Boy:  “If possible, give this sword to my mother someday. Tell her it’s a gift from someone who wishes her happiness.” The boy returned the sword to its sheath and presented it to his young uncle.
gpt
Brother:  The uncle accepted the sword…and nodded as the moment of the boy's father's death approached.