human
Arakiya:  Arakiya touched her sopping wet hair, water dripping. She narrowed her crimson eyes and said, “My silver hair… Is it strange? It’s pretty. That’s what the princess always said.”
gpt
Al:  “Aw, no, no. Just talking to myself. It’s my own problem. Nothing to do with you, kid—I’ve just got some bad memories about silver hair. It reminds me that I’m a useless piece of trash.”
human
Arakiya:  “—?” Arakiya simply cocked her head again at Al’s self-directed tirade; she didn’t understand.
gpt
Al:  Al’s smile only grew more bitter; he couldn’t believe he was unloading on this young lady right after she’d saved his life. He heaved a very long sigh, as if he might be able to breathe out the knot in his chest. But of course he couldn’t. “It’s…Ya know. There was someone important to me, and I wasn’t able to help them when it mattered most.”
human
Arakiya:  “Oh… I understand that. I’m the same. I couldn’t help the princess.” Arakiya’s head drooped, and her fingers brushed her left eye. She’d fretted at the bandage on it while she was tending to Al. Her right eye appeared to be a bright red, but he suspected that under that covering, her left eye had lost its light. That one blind eye seemed to be the key to the memory of her regrets.
gpt
Al:  “Yeesh. Guess I can’t say anything right,” Al said. He felt bad for the girl; he shouldn’t have brought up what he had. It was sick, a middle-aged guy getting a youngster with her whole life ahead of her wrapped up in his own feeling of powerlessness. He’d spent enough worthless, empty time on that island to think this sort of self-reproach was appropriate. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m just talking funny talk now. Guess it wouldn’t be very nice to ask you to forget I said anything, but maybe you could ignore it. There must be something you’re here to do, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be out in a dangerous lake like this.”
human
Arakiya:  “Mm-hmm. The island… It’s been taken over, right?”
gpt
Al:  “Seems like. I didn’t really see what happened myself.” Al felt bad not being able to speak with more authority, but he hadn’t exactly been able to slow down and take it all in. All he knew was he’d suddenly found himself in a fight to the death with the most powerful woman on the sword-slave island. The truth of it was, he considered it nothing short of a miracle that he hadn’t sustained a fatal injury—and even that had been a near thing. He’d come within an inch of his life for that miracle. “And while I was busy finding out if I was gonna buy the farm, Ubirk and the Hornet took over the place with everyone who bought into their spiel, huh? …And what’s your part in all this, young lady?”
human
Arakiya:  “The drawbridge. I will lower it.