human
Libre Fermi:  "You haven’t done anything—so who are you to speak to me like that? !”
gpt
Valga Cromwell:  “Don’t push it, whelp! You’re awfully impertinent for one so young!” Their anger had reached the boiling point. The two large participants in this argument were practically forehead to forehead, shouting. They seemed nearly ready to murder each other. An explosion appeared inevitable. But then…
human
Young Girl:  "Both of you are so noisy. I need a quiet environment to conduct my experiments. And I’ve brought you both to my safe house primarily to help me with those same experiments.” The dispassionate voice sounded like it belonged to a young girl—her words were chiding, but there was no emotion to speak of in her tone. Yet the other two ceased their argument immediately.
gpt
Libre Fermi:  “I suppose we won’t solve anything with our fists. Very well, I’ll let the boy off. But you understand, there’s more to be said on this matter.” The speaker snorted. He was so tall his head nearly reached the ceiling. His preternaturally skinny body was covered in a robe, and his yellow eyes flashed weirdly. The patches of visible skin on his limbs and head were green and covered in scales, and a long, thick reptilian tail dragged along on the floor behind him. Combined with his long tongue, it left no doubt that he was a demi-human. He was known by the name Libre Fermi, and he was one of the mainstays of the Demi-human Alliance.
human
Libre Fermi:  “Valga, explain. The magic circles at Castour, and your little game with those corpses.”
gpt
Valga Cromwell:  “Just look at what it gained us. Must you question every last thing, you tiresome snake?” The crude response to Libre’s question came from an old giant of a man trying to squeeze into a chair that was much too small for him. Standing, he probably would have been close to six and a half feet tall. The giants were a race of demi-humans who, apart from their size, looked basically human. This man was one of the small handful still alive, and was in fact the youngest among them. Even so, he had contributed a great deal to the Demi-human Alliance, perhaps more than anyone else. It was he who had organized the demi-humans, turned them from an aimless mob into a coalition that could oppose the kingdom. His name was Valga Cromwell.
human
Valga Cromwell:  “What complaint could you possibly have about that outcome? Wait, let me guess—you think we didn’t end up with enough human corpses for all the work that went into it. I agree—I wanted to kill more of them!”
gpt
Libre Fermi:  “Don’t throw your little tantrums here! I’m saying we killed too many of them! This war has already dragged on for so many years. But how do you expect the humans to even consider coming to terms after losses like that? You’ll doom us all!” Valga’s chair clattered as he stood up.
human
Valga Cromwell:  “I’ll doom us? Libre, this is a fight to extinction and always has been!"