human
Wilhelm:  “Practicing with the sword is a lot more likely to keep you alive than getting drunk or having sex.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “So you’re training yourself because you want to survive?”
human
Wilhelm:  “No. Frankly, you guys don’t make any sense to me. Why would you waste your time on booze and women instead of working on your swordsmanship? You think anything I’m saying is wrong?” Frighteningly, Wilhelm’s blade made no sound as it sliced through the night. It was as if the sword was so sharp the air itself didn’t realize it had been cut. Only his short breaths and the sound of his shoes sliding across the earth indicated the movements of his sword.
gpt
Grimm:  “No…I don’t think you’re wrong. But not everyone is as gifted with the blade as you are. Not everyone can devote themselves to it like you do. Sometimes you turn to wine or sex just for a little comfort.”
human
Wilhelm:  “I’ll tell you one thing you’re all better at than I am. Making excuses.”
gpt
Grimm:  “If you keep everyone else at a distance,” Grimm said, “you’ll find yourself alone on the battlefield someday. And what can you do when you’re all by yourself?”
human
Wilhelm:  “Use my sword. One swing, one dead enemy. Two swings, two dead. That’s all it takes, one slash after another. To me, you just sound like you’re trying to protect yourself.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “That look in your eyes… I remember it. We saw each other on the battlefield, didn’t we, Grimm?” Wilhelm let his sword rest, straightened, and stared at Grimm.
human
Grimm:  He felt his throat tightening. To think Wilhelm would have remembered him. Remembered him like that.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “So you weren’t just full of it when you talked about being alone on the battlefield. But you should know better than anyone. I was alone, too. And yet I killed enough of the enemy to earn distinction. That’s all there is to it. Ridiculous.”
human
Grimm:  “I… I…” Grimm’s voice was trembling.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm grimaced, pointing at the other boy with his sword. “If you want to run away, don’t try to cover your ass by pretending it’s logical. You want your friends because you’re scared? Then I guess I misjudged you. You weaklings should stick together. Or do you have proof that I’m wrong about you?”
human
Grimm:  Grimm understood Wilhelm was telling him to draw his blade. To take the sword at his hip and show what he was made of.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “You can’t even draw your sword? Coward.” No, he couldn’t draw his sword. He couldn’t even stand up, much less reach for his scabbard. Wilhelm looked almost disappointed as he turned his back to Grimm and resumed his practice.