human
Swordsman:  How diligently must he have worked to reach that point? “If I am not to wield the sword…then who?”
gpt
Swordsman:  “I will inherit your reason for bearing the sword. You will become why I do so.” How many hundreds, how many thousands or ten thousands, how many countless setbacks and failures must that swordsman have endured? How many battles must he have fought to earn that claim?
human
Swordsman:  The young man who appeared had a serious countenance, but his hair was unkempt, his face covered in mud, and his eyes were stern. “You’re terrible. Putting a person’s decisions and resolution all to waste…”
gpt
Swordsman:  “All these things that you think I’m putting to waste, I will take up from you. As for you, forget that you ever held the sword, and live a life of peace. You could… Ah, yes. Perhaps you could grow some flowers. But only in peace, under my protection.”
human
Theresia:  “Protected by your sword?”
gpt
Swordsman:  “That’s right.”
human
Theresia:  “And you would be so kind as to protect me?”
gpt
Swordsman:  “I would.” His declaration was without compromise or hesitation. He would not be moved, even if the sword god himself stood against him. His resolution had pulled this lovely young woman from the throne of the Sword Saint through nothing but his own strength.
human
Theresia:  — Wordlessly, Theresia placed a hand on the flat of the outstretched blade and took a step forward. They were close enough to touch, to feel each other’s breath. Theresia’s eyes welled from emotion, and she began to smile and cry at the same time. And then, through her smile and her tears, she said what she always did at their meetings. “Do you like flowers?”
gpt
Swordsman:  “I’ve learned I don’t hate them.” Because you’re there with them. Because that field of flowers is where I met you. Because they are the world you love, the beauty you wish for.
human
Theresia:  “Why do you wield your sword?”
gpt
Swordsman:  “To protect you.” And because you are the seed of my world. Slowly, they drew closer to each other, the distance between them shrinking until it was nothing at all. They could feel the fire of each other, and the heat of their kiss was enough to melt solid steel. The first question she asked him when their lips parted made him so intensely shy that he could barely answer.
human
Theresia:  “Do you love me?”
gpt
Swordsman:  “Can’t you tell?”