human
Wilhelm:  “Swinging my sword like a child, huh…?” A sigh of expelling all his emotions.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Smiling. "Let me walk you to the entrance of the poor district. Wait for your friend where there’s some light.”
human
Theresia:  “…Aren’t you afraid she might miss me if I’m not in our usual spot?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Are you saying I should leave you here in the dark? Don’t make me.”
human
Theresia:  “That’s true enough. I guess we don’t have a choice, then. I’ll let you help a young woman to her feet.” Sounding confident as she held out her hand.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm took it and helped her up, and somehow the two of them never quite let go of each other’s hands as they walked toward the entrance to the slum.