human
Bean:  “We gave them our demands. What is their response? Have you seen my son?”
gpt
Miles:  “I’m afraid I can’t tell you. I don’t even know what he looks like. I saw some land dragons leaving, so I assume their headquarters has been informed, but I don’t see any demi-humans.”
human
Bean:  “…Don’t speak of that boy as though he were some animal. That’s my son, who shares my blood.”
gpt
Miles:  Miles had spoken the forbidden word; Bean gave him a sharp look. He seemed not entirely sane, so Miles raised his hands and scuttled backward. The word son was so often on Bean’s lips. He seemed fixated on it. Perhaps it only made sense, since he was hardly calling the child back out of love. Even Miles felt a certain sympathy for the boy. To have one’s life wasted because of the fervent but mistaken convictions of one’s father was the stuff of nightmares.
human
Bean:  “Well, not that it means I’ll hold back or show any mercy.” Bean looked down over the battlefield with glittering eyes, awaiting his son’s homecoming.
gpt
Miles:  Behind him, Miles sat on a sofa that hadn’t been dirtied by the corpses and waited for the right moment. The house overflowed with ill intent and the fetor of rotting flesh. But he only had to wait until the time was ripe.