human
Wilhelm:  "We learned that the very hard way during the recent battle at Castour Field.”
gpt
Bordeaux:  “I guess they want to inspect the magic circles the enemy used to trap us. The circles probably aren’t active anymore, but they want to take a look for themselves. And here I thought spell casters always stayed locked up in their rooms!” Bordeaux had chosen a somewhat odd way to express his admiration—but the even stranger thing was that Wilhelm somehow agreed with him. He had always thought those who relied on mana instead of steel were missing something from life.
human
Wilhelm:  The only thing he cared about was whether there would be anyone left on that field worth fighting. He judged that, unfortunately, it didn’t seem likely. All this left Wilhelm on edge.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Hey, Grimm. You don’t look so good. You all right?” The voice brought Wilhelm back to reality, shocking him out of his mental sword practice. Across from him in the narrow carriage, he could see the pale-faced boy. Another squad member was rubbing his shoulders. Grimm was all but white.
human
Grimm:  “I’m—I’m okay. Just…feeling a little sick. I’ll get it under control soon…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “You sure? I don’t think doctors have discovered a cure for cowardice yet. It’s a serious illness—you think you can fix it on your own? I know it’s chronic with you.” Wilhelm broke in, angered by this attempt at false bravado.
human
Grimm:  “—” Grimm didn’t say anything at first, but an expression of pain and regret crossed his face. Then anger twisted his usually calm—which was to say, weak—features, and he glared at Wilhelm. "You seem awfully merry. Even though you ought to know full well where we’re going.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “What makes you think I would act anything like you? You can hardly go to the bathroom without someone there to hold your hand.”
human
Grimm:  “Our entire squad was wiped out there! Is it wrong to be upset about that? !”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “You aren’t upset about their deaths. You’re just feeling sorry for yourself. You’re happy you didn’t end up like them yesterday and scared you might end up like them tomorrow. I shouldn’t have to remind you we’ve both lost a lot of comrades. Usually the same ones.”
human
Wilhelm:  Their argument continued unresolved, and neither young man gave any ground.