human
Garfiel:  He returned to the facility with enough force to break through a solid wall. But there was no sign of the man he had punched in the gut, the man who ought to have been lying there. He realized that the swooning had been an act as well. He’d been had. Garfiel had been completely, utterly ensnared and was still being toyed with that very instant…!
gpt
Garfiel:  He raced out of the facility, whipping his head all around. His nose wasn’t working. It was useless. The foul odor of the place violated his nostrils, rendering them unusable. He squinted, acting like a beast in search of even the slightest change around him. Casting all dignity aside, he went down on all fours and crawled. Footprints. Footprints from leather boots. These he followed. Ferociously breaking through the forest, he trampled all manner of foliage, eyes bloodshot as he pursued traces of leather. Finally—
human
Garfiel:  "I found ya!! Don’t ya dare think about gettin’ away from me! !" He Leaping, Garfiel twisted in midair, throwing up dust as he landed. His eyes were trained upon a gap in the trees standing straight before him. He’d caught sight of the young man in question. From the nimble way he fled, the earlier punch had taken little out of him.
gpt
Garfiel:  "You con artist…!"
human
Young Man:  "Calling me a con artist is quite offensive…er, no, perhaps I should puff my chest out in pride at my opponent claiming he was deceived, for such are my long-cherished goals as a merchant…" Spinning worthless words, the young man calmly stood in defiance of the angry Garfiel.
gpt
Garfiel:  "Give back the stone. That’s my stone. I know that you stole it, you thieving bastard…!"
human
Young Man:  "Third-rate, and now thief…it is truly difficult to be appraised in line with my own ideals. —I understand how Mr. Natsuki and Lady Emilia feel."
gpt
Garfiel:  "I ain’t askin’ about that! And I got no intention of playin’ along so ya can buy time! !" When the young man murmured disconcertedly, Garfiel glared at him, unreservedly yelling in anger.