human
Grimm:  "You just survived your first battle, and you still aren’t happy? Isn’t it about time you started enjoying yourself? What, you feel bad for our fallen comrades or something?"
gpt
Tholter:  "That’s not it. Call me heartless, but as far as I’m concerned, that battle never happened. I’m just…sorry that I can’t dream like I used to."
human
Grimm:  "Dream?"
gpt
Tholter:  "Like you were just talking about, Tholter. Doing great deeds, showing my bravery…becoming a hero. I used to think I could do that. Nice and easy. But now…" Grimm let go of his glass and looked down at his hand. It trembled ever so slightly. White burn scars remained on his palm and wrist. That first battle had marked him. Not only his flesh, but his heart and mind, too, and he would never escape it.
human
Grimm:  "You can’t survive on a dream."
gpt
Tholter:  "Everything I thought was in my future is…gone."
human
Grimm:  "So…what?" Tholter asked. "You’re gonna quit the army? You’re going to give up just because you’ll never be a hero?"
gpt
Tholter:  "Unfortunately, facing reality doesn’t fill your stomach. If anything, when you can’t dream anymore, all you have left to think about is how hungry you are. So no, I’m not quitting. I’m going to keep at it." Grimm smiled at Tholter, trying to hide the trembling of his hand holding the glass.
human
Grimm:  Studying Grimm with wide eyes, Tholter started scratching vigorously at his head.
gpt
Grimm:  “…Hrmph. Somehow, all that sounds just like you. Okay, you do that. Leave the hero stuff to me. You just follow along—you can be the hero’s assistant."
human
Tholter:  "But, Tholter, you’re an archer. I’m the one who’s up front with a sword."
gpt
Grimm:  "I know you’re embarrassed, but just nod along." Tholter took the new mug that had been brought to him and held it up to Grimm. Taking his cue, Grimm raised his mug as well, and there was a clink of pottery as they tapped their vessels together.