human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm was on top by the time they landed at the bottom of the depression. His face hit the damp ground, and he spat mud and dirt out of his mouth, baring his teeth at the same time.
gpt
Libre:  Libre was reaching out as if to pull him up, and Wilhelm bit off the serpent’s fingers. He planted a knee in the snake’s stomach as he came down from above.
human
Wilhelm:  He suddenly found his body had returned to normal. He adjusted his grip on his beloved sword and pointed it at Libre.
gpt
Libre:  The snake-man rose, readying his twin blade. The two stared at each other. “I guess this means our magic circle is done for.”
human
Libre:  “Just as well. As I said, I have no desire to murder a helpless opponent!”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch! I’ll never forgive you for what you did!”
human
Libre:  “Are you mad that I killed your friends? So it seems the Sword Devil has human feelings after all.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  For just a second, Wilhelm found he could say nothing in response to Libre’s taunts. A white-hot rage rose in his chest, as if it were not blood but magma that ran through his veins. But even he didn’t know where this tremendous anger came from. He could only deny it. “You’ve got some nerve! I’m only a sword! Just one sword! Loyalty and friendship have nothing—”
human
Wilhelm:  Steel was beautiful. Never angry. Never complaining. Complete within itself. That was why Wilhelm wanted—
gpt
Libre:  “I see. I think this makes sense to me now. You, at this very moment, are being reborn.”
human
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm caught his breath.