human
Al:  “When did they raise the drawbridge?” Al calmly accepted his circumstances even as he heard the shouting bouncing off the walls of the passageway behind him, guessing he was a little too optimistic about things.
gpt
Al:  Until a moment ago, literally minutes before, he’d been in a fight for his life. The big man with the two broadswords had been a pretty good fighter; for the first time in a long while, Al had needed a double-digit number of attempts before he was able to wrest victory from his opponent. Securing his survival had worn him down dramatically, and although it would be wrong to say he was triumphant, the tension certainly drained from his shoulders as he returned to the living quarters—only to find himself asking… “Is this your idea of a joke, Ubirk?”
human
Ubirk:  “Joke? You should know I’ve never made a joke once in my life, Al. Haven’t I been saying? Didn’t I tell you this place needed a revolution?” The pretty boy grinned at him, showing that he was still the same old Ubirk. Except that at his feet lay the guard Orlan in a spreading pool of gore, his lifeblood having spilled out from a deep gash on his neck. It was obvious at a glance what had happened: Ubirk had killed Orlan. A sword slave had killed a guard.
gpt
Al:  “Killing a guard is the ultimate taboo. This won’t get chalked up as some passing problem. We’ve got a disaster on our hands.”
human
Ubirk:  “Yes, if you look only at what’s happening here, you’re right. I’m not just a sword slave; now I’m a criminal facing serious consequences. If things don’t go my way, I might even be forced to fight a death match as punishment…pitted against the Hornet or something. Ha-ha. Guess I’m as good as dead.”
gpt
Al:  “And you’re laughing about it? !” Al exploded with indignation at Ubirk’s failure to understand his situation. He stood with his liuyedao at the ready, facing down Ubirk, who held only a crude dagger dripping with Orlan’s blood. He must have been hiding it on his person. It was dwarfed by Al’s thick blade. If it came to a fight, it was obvious it would be no contest. They both knew…
human
Ubirk:  “You can’t beat me, kid. Even you ought to be smart enough to see that.”
gpt
Ubirk:  “Yes, I know. I know all too well. I’m not under any illusions that I can fight you, Al. After all, even this man here— I had to really get his guard down first, if you know what I mean.” Even as he spoke, Ubirk tossed the dagger on the ground and raised his bloodstained hands. He appeared to be surrendering, but Al frowned, still not sure what he was really up to.
human
Ubirk:  “Al, no matter how many times you turn me down, I’ll keep asking: Won’t you help us? With your strength on our side, I’m sure the revolution would succeed.”
gpt
Al:  “It won’t.