human
Bordeaux:  Bordeaux and the others had such a broad perspective, they understood how serious this possibility was.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Don’t you ever shut up?” The interruption came from Wilhelm, who now exuded murder from every pore of his body.
human
Wilhelm:  The Sword Devil wiped the blood roughly from his face and, his breath ragged, glared at the giant. “Stake everything on this moment. Who cares about what’ll happen after you die or how this war will go? What you do right here, right now, is everything you are!”
gpt
Valga:  “How simplistic… Indeed, how stupid! Your vision is too narrow! Your thinking is softheaded! You say the fight is all?! Well, you’ve overreached yourself in this battle—what will you do when it’s over?”
human
Wilhelm:  “I’ll keep running and killing everything I can. I’ll keep cutting and killing until it’s all over.”
gpt
Valga:  Valga Cromwell found himself at a loss in the face of such a shallow, immature, foolish response. But it wasn’t astonishment that kept him from answering immediately. It was because this was a pronouncement. Wilhelm Trias’s words were as serious as serious could be.
human
Wilhelm:  “There’s nothing else,” Wilhelm went on. “I don’t know any other way. So I’ll keep killing.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  There was nothing, had never been anything else Wilhelm could have done. He had been left alive, first by Pivot and his squad mates, and now by Bordeaux and his comrades. If there was to be meaning in having survived, if anyone expected anything of Wilhelm—the only way he knew to answer was by fighting.
human
Valga:  Valga gave Wilhelm a tired shake of his head. “…There is no more value in talk. There is no need to speak here. I hardly need to say it.”