human
Al:  Al dragged Lyp out of the library. His hair had completely fallen out, and his eyes were sunken in. He was murmuring deliriously, drooling profusely. The old man had completely lost his mind. “Y’know, I feel kinda guilty about this. Wonder why.” As he dragged the old man’s heavy body, Al was making himself cringe. Neutralizing without killing—in the long run, neutralizing was the optimal solution, but how was this any less vicious than what Lyp had schemed for Priscilla?
gpt
Al:  “Well, better it happen to a shitty old geezer than a hot chick. That definitely takes the edge off.” Quickly justifying his own actions, Al continued to the front hall of the mansion.