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Grimm:  “A-are you all right, Wilhelm?” Grimm asked, coming over and examining Wilhelm’s cheek where he’d been struck.
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Wilhelm:  “It’s not a big deal. He just hit me. Don’t look so worried.”
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Grimm:  “I’m not worried about him hitting you. I’m just surprised you didn’t chop his head off when he did. Are you feeling okay? Maybe you ought to take today—yikes! I’m sorry!” Grimm’s lighthearted tone changed quickly when he found Wilhelm’s sword at his neck.
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Wilhelm:  Wilhelm sheathed his blade.
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Bordeaux:  Bordeaux nodded to him with a look of pity. "Sorry ’bout that, Wilhelm. You were just unlucky.”
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Wilhelm:  “Don’t all crowd around. I keep telling you, it’s not a big deal.” Wilhelm waved away his encroaching fellow soldiers with one hand while wiping vigorously with his sleeve at the bruise on his cheek.
human
Grimm:  “Are we sure this guy should be leading us?”
gpt
Grimm:  “He’s like a soldier’s nightmare of a bad commander.”
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Bordeaux:  “Believe it or not, Lyp Bariel actually has a fair amount of military success to his name,”
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Bordeaux:  “He may not be the easiest guy to get along with, but… Well, who doesn’t want to follow a winner?”
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Grimm:  Grimm looked doubtful about this.
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Wilhelm:  Wilhelm decided his initial judgment of Lyp had been correct. The way the commander had moved when he struck Wilhelm—he was clearly a powerful man of war. He had the distinctive strength of someone who had trained himself thoroughly and supplemented this with repeated survival on the battlefield. He might just rival Bordeaux in a toe-to-toe fight. Grimm he would overwhelm, no question.
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Bordeaux:  “There’s no end of ugly rumors about him,” Bordeaux was saying, “and he won’t hesitate to fight dirty. But there’s no question he’s a capable commander. So much so that they gave him command of the first of the four armies formed by the recent reorganization. So relax! You’re in good hands.” Then he gave a great guffaw, back to his usual humor.
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Grimm:  “R-right, sir,” Grimm said, then muttered, “I better ask this charm Carol gave me for more luck…” He held the charm in his hand and murmured a prayer.
human
Grimm:  A glance showed that Carol had given him a pendant—a locket with something inside.
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Bordeaux:  “A present from a girl, huh? Color me impressed, kid. What’s in it?”
human
Grimm:  “Um, I gather Carol got it from whoever it is she serves. Inside is…a flower, I think? A pressed flower. It’s so yellow and elegant, which kind of seems like it would suit her—” Grimm waxed maudlin as he showed the locket to Bordeaux.
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Wilhelm:  As he did so, Wilhelm was startled when he caught a glimpse of the flower inside. It was, without a doubt, the same kind of yellow blossom as those attended by the girl in the poor district.
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Wilhelm:  “We’re about to go into combat, here. What is wrong with everyone…?” His concentration was ruined. Were they specifically trying to throw him off? He pushed down his explosive rage and tried once more to collect himself, when—
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Wilhelm:  “Zergev Squadron, form up.