human
Reid:  "There ain’t nothing in the world that can contain a guy like me ’cept my own body." Reid said as he looked at his disintegrating hand. It was plain to see that he was right.
gpt
Reid:  After Gluttony’s authority pulled him in, Reid Astrea took over the Archbishop’s body and returned to this world. But that didn’t change the fact that the body was fundamentally the same one that belonged to the Archbishop of Gluttony, Roy Alphard. In other words, the container Roy Alphard couldn’t possibly hold Reid Astrea’s soul. The battle with Julius had pushed it to the limit.
human
Julius:  "Then maybe you should have been the one to—!"
gpt
Reid:  "Kah-kah-kah. Things never go the way you want ’em to—if you’re a weakling, that is. What, you gonna cry about it?" Casting down his sword, Reid donned a nasty grin. How could he act like that? He was doomed to disappear from the world once more. Perhaps, if he had defeated Julius, he might have been able to live a new life. That possibility had slipped away.
human
Reid:  "Dumbass. What was I gonna do if I came back to life? Maybe play around with that babe who passed through before, or the broad over there might have been fine, too. Or that sexy babe…"
gpt
Julius:  "D-do you really have no regrets…?"
human
Reid:  "Nope. Doin’ what I want, when I want is my style. It would be a lot easier for you if you did the same."
gpt
Julius:  “…I am grateful for your advice. However, I believe that path to be much thornier.” Julius had chosen to keep his shell. He would wear it with his head held high. It would be fair to accuse him of living a lie, or perhaps more gently, to say that he was playing the part of someone fundamentally different from himself, in a way. Because Julius had known someone who had chosen that path, had learned that he could live in that way, as he wished to be, he wouldn’t choose Reid’s uninhibited wildness for himself, though he found it dazzling to behold. Tracing the scar beneath his left eye that would forever remain, Julius made a vow to the pinnacle of swords.
human
Reid:  Reid snorted in annoyance at that response.
gpt
Reid:  And then he looked at his own chest, pointing to the one mark that wasn’t a result of the cracks formed by passing his body’s limits. "Don’t get the wrong idea, you bastard. It was a fluke your sword reached me. If this was my body, you wouldn’t even be able to touch me with your snot."
human
Julius:  "Not that I would ever attempt such a thing…"
gpt
Reid:  "Hah! Loosen up a little!" Reid hit Julius’s shoulder. Tensing at the impact, Julius let out a long, deep breath. It wasn’t as if he had come to terms with everything, or even accepted it. But while he was flustered by what had happened before his eyes, to let this moment slip away would be unbearable.