human
Theresia:  “But I can see by looking at you that using your blade right now is hurting you.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Don’t act like you understand. Nothing’s hurting me. I—”
human
Theresia:  “If it’s that painful, why don’t you stop?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Stop…?” He frowned; he had never so much as thought the word.
human
Theresia:  Right, Theresia nodded. “If you really hate it, there’s no point in going on. It might seem irresponsible, but why keep going if you have to destroy your own heart to do it? Or…” She paused and looked at Wilhelm, who stood bolt upright. “…Does it mean something else you, to pour yourself into your sword like that?”
gpt
Theresia:  Something beyond the sword itself, she meant. She asked as though it were the same question she always asked, but it wasn’t.
human
Wilhelm:  “Even I don’t know the answer to that,” he said.
gpt
Theresia:  “In that case—”
human
Wilhelm:  “But putting it down would be unforgivable.”
gpt
Theresia:  This time it was Theresia’s turn to fall silent. He couldn’t be allowed to put down his sword. What he wanted didn’t figure into it. “Unforgivable? So…you mean to go on using your sword forever, no matter how much it hurts you? No matter how painful it is?”
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Wilhelm:  “That’s right. I don’t have to know why I’m doing it. I just have to.” Wilhelm had no way of finding any other answer than that, anything other than the sword. He grabbed hold of the hilt of his weapon as if clinging to a lifeline.
gpt
Theresia:  Theresia exhaled when she saw it. “I see. So there was a meaning. To keeping you alive.”
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Wilhelm:  “A meaning to keeping me alive…?” He was stunned by the words. They almost suggested that she knew about Pivot and all the people of Zergev Squadron, and how he had been saved from death. But he didn’t see it in her eyes.
gpt
Theresia:  Two clear blue irises looked at him. “Yes,” she said. “As much pain as it causes you, you can’t let your sword go. I…” Theresia looked down, her expression sad.
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm noticed the change but was unable to give an immediate response. Her words were still ringing in his ears.
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Theresia:  “I hope you find it,” she said. “Your reason.”
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Wilhelm:  “My…reason…?” He wondered if perhaps those words might, in truth, be the key to resolving the problem in his heart. Then again, he could have told her it wasn’t so easy and not to say such stupid things. But Wilhelm didn’t do either of these. “Yeah,” he answered. “If I even have one.” He nodded at Theresia. It was the meaning of letting him live, the reason Pivot and the others gave themselves up, the answer to Grimm’s envy. Or perhaps the thing that would turn Wilhelm into steel once and for all.
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Theresia:  “Don’t worry,” Theresia said. “I’m sure you’ll find it.