human
Al:  Al and Arakiya, full of doubt and vigilance, arrived back on the island in short order. They were headed for the control tower—although it was purely circumstance that made Al stick with Arakiya. He wanted to pay her back for saving his life, but once he felt he’d fulfilled his debt, he planned to part ways with Arakiya, to live a different life. By this point, he’d already told her how to lower the drawbridge, helped her get around the island, and given her enough clothing that people wouldn’t just dismiss her as a pervert. He thought that all amounted to quite a bit of help and that he didn’t have much debt left to pay off.
gpt
Al:  “Hrgh!” As Al watched, the short-haired man before him crumpled, blood gushing from his head. Another man who had been talking to him reacted with shock at the sudden and violent death of his conversation partner. But it wasn’t Al’s job to tell him what had happened—or to soothe his wounded heart. Instead, he snatched the knife the startled man had at his waist, grabbed it in a reverse grip, and stabbed the man in the heart with it. Then he twisted hard. The two guards died without a sound, within five seconds of each other. Maybe they could continue their conversation in the next life.
human
Al:  Al made an impressed sound as he wiped the blood off the knife on his shirt. “Phew. Turning invisible. Now that’s an unfair advantage.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “And you… You’re stronger than I thought. Even though you have only one arm.” The barely visible Arakiya responded.
human
Al:  He thought maybe her assessment was a little too honest, but he chose to take it as a compliment. Whatever the case, the guards’ outfits were too bloodstained to be wearable, so it looked like Old Man Al was going to have to continue this stealth mission in his half-dressed state. “Man, they really did take over this island, didn’t they?”
gpt
Arakiya:  “You thought I was lying?”
human
Al:  “Let’s say I hoped I was…dreaming.” Al hadn’t loved anyone on the island—he hadn’t even had any friends. No, that wasn’t true. The guard Orlan had been his friend. Al mourned his death from the bottom of his heart. But that was it. After ten years as a sword slave, Orlan was about the only person Al felt any affection toward. Otherwise, there really wasn’t anything here for him.