human
The Voice:  "I hope you understand now that you are not alone. That feeling is a powerful thing even all by itself. Not wanting to see the sad face of someone you care about. Not wanting to look lame to the person whose eyes you just met. I can’t be the only one who’s that shallow and stubborn, can I?" The voice was pleading with them, calling out to them, trying to raise their spirits and inspire their courage, and yet it sounded to the girl almost like the boy was looking for something to cling to himself.
gpt
The Voice:  "I want to believe. I’m weak. And pathetic. But I haven’t given up yet. Please let me believe that I’m not the only weakling who doesn’t know how to give up." It was a cowardly voice and a cruel request. In a situation where everyone was pleading for help, here he was, shamelessly pleading with them, begging them all to give him something to believe in—
human
The Voice:  "Or am I really the only one?" His voice faltered and lost confidence.
gpt
Girl:  Irritation welled. Stop it! Even if she did not know what to shout— "…No…" It was as soft as a gnat’s buzz, just a faint voice that barely crossed her lips. She would not reach him with a voice that soft. Louder. She had to answer his question. For the weak guy on the other end who was also afraid of being alone—
human
Girl:  "Am I the only one who can still keep going…? Who still wants to fight?"
gpt
Girl:  "—NO!! !" The girl’s eyes flared as she screamed. The voice carried through the shelter. And her voice was not the only one.