human
Grimm:  "Wh-what in the…?" Once they were past the smoke, Grimm saw a towering pile of demi-human corpses. Each had been killed with the stroke of a sword, and each of their faces was twisted with pain, or horror, or anger. With a shudder, Grimm realized who had killed them.
gpt
Swordsman:  "...Hm. So this is what battle is like. I didn’t know." Boy, head lifted toward the sky, comments absently.
human
Grimm:  Grimm followed the boy’s gaze to the sky, and a strained sound came out of his throat. "The royal army…won?" Grimm said dimly, finding the sign of victory seemed utterly unreal to him.