human
Julius:  The one blue eye, the disheveled hair the color of flames—they overlapped with the boy who had been his reason for giving up on his dream and with the many aspirations he had felt afterward. He believed he had never spared himself any effort out of a wish to someday reach them.
gpt
Julius:  "Not enough. Not nearly enough. Don’t go slackin’ off on life." While being spat at by one of the aspirations he had hoped to reach, he was beaten down by a single set of sticks. The man didn’t even hold a sword. Julius’s sword had failed. All the efforts he had put in were meaningless. He had poured blood, sweat, and tears into the one and only thing that he still believed in, and now it was crumbling around him, trampled underfoot. Something started to bubble up inside him. But it was erased by something even greater.
human
Man:  "Kah! Can’t hold it in? You’re getting more and more boring." Something hits his torso. His lungs froze. Something grabs his hair. He starts swinging around and then slams into the ground. As he rolled away, his face got kicked.
gpt
Julius:  He was sent spinning across the floor, hurtling out into the endless white space. He hit the floor again. Raising his body up, he looked in the direction from which he had been kicked. His face was hit directly by the man’s knee that came flying at him.
human
Julius:  The moment it crashed into him, he lowered his head so that the knee hit his forehead, splitting his skin, but also managing to knock back the man. That created an opening. He could fix his stance—or at least he should have been able to. But his body didn’t move. "Hrrgh…" His entire body cried out. His head in particular had been badly hurt. His consciousness wavered, and he could not focus. If he did not hold on, it felt like the inside of his head would pour out.
gpt
Julius:  Sword. Where is…the sword? As if confirming, he slowly tightened the grip of his right hand. He was met by the familiar touch of a sword’s hilt. He felt a slight relief. I can’t let go. Not of this. If I lose even this, what will I have lost? Or am I holding something else that is merely shaped like a sword?
human
Julius:  I believed I was not mistaken in my way of life. I believed that I was following his own path as I walked it. That is still how I feel. I never imagined that would ever waver for all my days. So it slipping from my fingers is a problem well apart from right or wrong. …Or was I mistaken? Am I like this now because I failed to follow my way of life, because I was mistaken in the path I chose, because I believed in the wrong thing?