human
Lye:  The dinner table that had once seemed so vibrant and glimmering had devolved into a sandbox filled with mud balls. "We want that." He would cast aside anything and everything for a chance to taste that flavor. He would give up all the things he had built up and not feel any regret. He didn’t want to taste anything else. He didn’t want to satisfy himself with anything else. "Obgh, ugh.” Vomit leaked from the corner of his mouth as he ran. It wasn’t due to the pain he was suffering. The cause was far more unbearable. Things he had believed to be the finest were not. Now that he had glimpsed the ultimate delicacy, everything that filled him was disgusting in comparison. Why had he ever thought anything less could be wonderful? Why had he praised any of it? How had he been content until now? How could he call himself a gourmet if he was satiated by food besides the truly wonderful—? “Ah, right. Right, right, of course, it has to be, that’s why! Gluttony! Gluttony!” He cried out with a welling hunger, a satiated hunger, and begged from his heart. He wanted to become one, to merge with her. If hunger could encompass a being outside itself, then the gluttony that drove him was an extreme form of love. “That’s right! This is love! Sister…no, Ram! We love yo—!” Just as he was about to scream with the emotion that had taken root inside him, his words were suddenly cut off. The reason was a new pain.
gpt
Lye:  “…Ah?” Touching his cheek, Lye saw his palm covered in blood. A new cut had torn his cheek open while he had been trying to flee the tower. But all he could see was empty space.
human
Lye:  Silently stretching out his finger, Lye watched as his fingertip got sliced open. There was an invisible blade hanging in empty space. “Hah.” It was the same technique he had shown Ram on the spiral staircase. The technique of setting invisible blades in space was the skill of a legendary shinobi, though Lye had long ago forgotten whose memories that had come from, so it didn’t matter much. The problem was there being a blade here. Lye didn’t remember placing this one. “Could it…?” Dodging the blade that had left a shallow cut in his finger, Lye pushed on—only for his toes to go flying. He recoiled with a shriek of pain. That was when a blade touched the back of his head. His face tensed, and he froze in place. He was surrounded by invisible blades.
gpt
Lye:  “…Ha-ha…seriously?” He had only shown it once. Exactly once in battle, and it was an invisible technique, so it wasn’t like she had actually seen it. More importantly, she never even passed this way earlier. And yet she had accurately predicted the direction he would take and preemptively placed invisible blades. She had not let Lye escape. Her eyes were tracking him even now.