human
Man:  He was clad in clothing reminiscent of a jester’s, yet his posture contained not even the slightest shred of cheer. As the man walked forward, he kicked Roswaal as if amusing himself with a pebble, blood spattering up as Roswaal was sent flying in agony.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Gahhh! Guhhh! Goah…!”
human
Man:  “Shut up. You’re annoying me. Depressing. Irritating. Pathetic. Dismal.” Seemingly grumbling to himself, the man murmured, apparently without any intention of actually speaking to others. However, with each word, each step, the damage to Roswaal’s flesh increased. His bones creaked, his flesh exploded, and Roswaal’s body crumpled, seemingly being crushed by the air as bloody tears spilled out from him. "Well done. Very well done. You’ve tried very hard. You didn’t beat me, but you tried very, very hard. The fact that you tried so hard is good, right? …It’s useless to try anymore, you know.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “What nonsense are you…? If I do not stop you here…gu, ah! Aaaaagh! !”
human
Man:  “That stuff weighs down your spirit the most. It makes your chest go bad. Makes your mood all gloomy.” When Roswaal would not obey his words to give in, the man bent a knee with an attitude of disgust. Letting out a sigh, seemingly in a dismal mood, the man poked a finger against Roswaal’s chest.