human
Wilhelm:  In the very middle of the plaza, stood the red-haired girl. She had her back to him, at the sight of her, Wilhelm stopped cold. The confused welter of emotions swirling in his heart was at once good and bad. The confidence that she would be there overlapped with astonishment at the same fact. It all turned into a tightness in his chest. At the same time, he felt a kind of melancholic distaste at the thought of their usual exchange. She was safe. That was what he had come to find out. Wilhelm was just considering whether he should turn on his heel and leave without anything further
gpt
Theresia:  Theresia noticed he was there, she turned around. Her blue eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then they narrowed. Finally, her lips formed the half circle of a smile. "Wilhelm." She said his name with such familiarity and affection.
human
Wilhelm:  It sent a feeling bounding through Wilhelm’s heart that all was right with the world. He completely forgot any notion of turning around and going home. His pulse raced with joy at meeting Theresia, and the warmth and relief spread through his whole chest. "...Ah."
gpt
Wilhelm:  No sooner had he realized what he was really feeling than his heart, with no warning at all, trembled. It was a moment of sudden and totally unexpected self-awareness. Wilhelm understood that Theresia’s smile brought him a feeling of well-being. He had a feeling of accomplishment at having protected her smile, her person, their time together. Thanks to Theresia, standing there with her back to the flowers, he felt something that made him think there might be a greater joy than felling an opponent with his sword and proving his own swordsmanship superior. The instant this realization struck him was accompanied by a torrent of emotion, a flood Wilhelm thought he had long ago left behind. Caught up in its force, Wilhelm put his hands to his face. "—" The insides of his eyelids grew hot, and his nose prickled. He suddenly felt his throat go dry, and his head felt heavy, as if his blood was pumping too fast. There and then, his soul shook; he thought it might drive him to his knees. A light that Wilhelm had almost forgotten filled his mind. No—he hadn’t forgotten it. It had always been in his heart, never fading. He had never forgotten its beauty. What he had forgotten was what used to draw him to that light. He remembered the first day he had taken up a sword, pointing it to the sky. If he had the light, if it was real and could be real—with that power, he could protect everything. That was what he had believed. That day, a powerless young man had picked up a blade for the first time. That day, he had wished for something.
human
Theresia:  "Wilhelm…" As Wilhelm stood with his hands to his face, consumed by emotion, Theresia’s voice reached him.