human
Garfiel:  "—Aaagh, that hurt, and quite a bit. Makes me appreciate being alive."
gpt
Garfiel:  "Damn it, this ain’t no joke. What is that body of yours made out of?" As Garfiel sighed, Elsa let out a heated breath of excitement.
human
Elsa:  Elsa was touching her left hand to her face as if to suppress the bleeding, and when she slowly lowered it, anyone watching would have expected a wound underneath terrible enough to make the faint of heart avert their eyes. But it was not so. When she removed her left hand, Elsa revealed her face didn’t even have a scratch, let alone any bleeding.
gpt
Garfiel:  "The general called ya a woman who wouldn’t die even if one killed her…but this is just messed up."
human
Elsa:  "I suppose it is. Even I feel slightly apologetic about my physical nature. It seems to be robbing everything you do of all meaning… I wonder, do you hate women like me?" Hearing how disconcerted Garfiel was made Elsa slightly incline her head.
gpt
Garfiel:  The tone of the question made Garfiel abruptly furrow his brows. It was slight, minute, but he felt some part of Elsa’s tone of voice was filled with sadness.
human
Elsa:  "Even as I move about, my wounds heal, and I feel neither pain nor fatigue, allowing me to continue fighting without limit. Do you feel fighting such a woman lacks any meaning? I wonder, do you really think of me as someone you can test the results of your training against?"
gpt
Garfiel:  "—Hell if I care." The throwaway tone of Garfiel’s voice made Elsa widen her eyes in apparent surprise. She blinked hard, which momentarily made her seem much younger.
human
Garfiel:  Garfiel crinkled his nose as he spoke again. "You’re my enemy. And me, I’m the super-strongest shield who’s been assigned the toughest enemy. I got the general and the woman I fell for expectin’ a lot from me. I ain’t givin’ up from a little setback like this."
gpt
Elsa:  "You…"
human
Garfiel:  "I’m gonna blow you away, Elsa Gramhilde. Don’t matter how many times ya come back." Baring his fangs and keeping his legs wide apart, Garfiel adopted a fighting stance as he howled.
gpt
Elsa:  Garfiel’s caustic words left Elsa silent for a time. She let her refined eyelashes fall just a tiny bit as she touched a hand to her own mouth—he heard a laughing voice. "Huh? The hell are you laughin’ at?!"
human
Elsa:  "Tee-hee…! Ah, er, I am quite sorry. I heard some unexpected words, so I could not help but find them amusing… Yes, you seem to be a very good boy."
gpt
Garfiel:  "Don’t treat me like some little kid. Me, I’m a fine man. A grown male."
human
Elsa:  "Oh really now? You hardly look fully developed to me, either as an adult or a man…" As Elsa relaxed her cheeks, her ridicule drew a sour snort out of Garfiel. Garfiel couldn’t read Elsa’s emotions. To be blunt, he wasn’t interested in them.