human
Libre:  "I have been injured more severely than I planned and am currently retreating. While I do so, I wished to request the protection of the most capable person I could, and you were near at hand, so I have selected you." Libre looked down at the hole in his chest, touched the bloodless wound, and smiled.
gpt
Libre:  "Is that so…? I must say, this hardly looks like a request to me.”
human
Libre:  “I do not have time to negotiate, so I have decided simply to kill you and make you my puppet immediately. Do not fear. Valga has told me of how desperately he needs you. Thus, although I will turn you into an undead warrior, I plan to take every measure to prevent you from rotting. This requires careful thought.”
gpt
Libre:  "Valga… That fool. I told him…we couldn’t control you…” Brandishing his broken blade, Libre turned toward Sphinx.
human
Sphinx:  She cocked her head at this behavior. "Based on your injuries and level of fatigue, I conclude that resistance is futile."
gpt
Libre:  "Futility is no reason for inaction. I…am the pride of the demi-human race. Libre Fermi! Do not underestimate me, you little bitch!” Fangs bared, Libre sprang forward. His movements and speed would never have betrayed that he was on the edge of death.
human
Sphinx:  "I didn’t want to hurt you too much, but you give me no choice.” A storm of white light assaulted the oncoming Libre, piercing his chest, knees, and neck. Blood sprayed everywhere; countless coin-size holes opened in Libre’s body, and he toppled to the ground.
gpt
Libre:  "Damnable…witch… You shall ne…never have…m-m…”
human
Libre:  “—”
gpt
Libre:  "V—Valga… The rest is…up to…y—” These two unfinished imprecations were Libre’s last words as a beam of light struck him in the head. And so the strongest of the demi-humans fell dead, a great hole in the middle of his face.
human
Wilhelm:  As his chance to settle things with such a fine opponent was stolen from him, Wilhelm said nothing. He watched as Sphinx placed a palm on Libre’s remains.
gpt
Sphinx:  "I will tell Valga you died honorably in battle. My study suggests that report would make you happy. Now, then…”
human
Wilhelm:  "W-wait…” As Sphinx began to rise, Wilhelm stopped her, murder in his eyes.
gpt
Sphinx:  But the way she looked at him suggested that, to her, his hatred was nothing more than a gentle breeze. “Fear not; you are safe. I have no intention of harming you. I wish to leave this place promptly and make ready for what is next. This requires preparation.”
human
Wilhelm:  “Don’t mock me! You’re…letting me live? Why? Fight me… F-fight…me…!"
gpt
Sphinx:  Sphinx’s formerly expressionless eyes widened. “I am most surprised to hear you say such a thing, in your present state.” Then she nodded several times, surveying Wilhelm with interest. “You clearly are unable to do battle. Yet you seek combat. I do not understand. Perhaps because my emotions are incomplete. I see that you, too, require observation.”
human
Wilhelm:  “Observation…?”
gpt
Sphinx:  "Valga, who burns with hatred, and Libre, who wielded his sword with sadness, were both objects of study.