human
Ubirk:  "We can’t just sit here on this waterlogged rock and dream stupid dreams. The fact is, nobody gives a shit what the likes of you and me have to say.”
gpt
Al:  “No, that’s not true! If you were with us, Al—”
human
Ubirk:  “Don’t you ever shut up?” Ubirk was clearly out of ideas, but he refused to stop trying to bring Al into his fold.
gpt
Al:  Al was hell-bent on getting him to be quiet. Sorry, Ubirk, but a revolution is a dream. It’s beyond a dream. Al had no intention of joining Ubirk on his sinking ship just because of a little blathering. Instead, he took a step forward, swinging his liuyedao at Ubirk with all his strength. "I don’t wanna kill ya."
human
Al:  “I’m just gonna chop off an arm, and then when you and I have that in common, I’ll find the other guards and—”
gpt
Ubirk:  “Throw me to them? I’m afraid I’d really rather not.” Ubirk’s expression drooped; he looked at Al with genuine sympathy. “It’s such a shame, Al, it really is.”
human
Al:  Al tried to bring the blade directly across at him, as if to slice the look off his face, but then he stopped. Well, really, his blade stopped. Technically speaking, his blade was stopped. “Wha—?” His diagonal stroke was interrupted when his weapon bounced off a massive sword. He could have given himself a pat on the back for managing to hold on to the hilt, but the sight that greeted his eyes left him no chance for such self-congratulation. “What the hell is this? Another one of your awful little jokes?” Al swallowed hard, his hand buzzing as he tried to adjust his grip on his sword. A tall figure had moved to protect Ubirk—a terrible, overwhelming figure. The most beautiful and vicious of all the sword slaves on the island with her cruel weapons…
gpt
Al:  “Hornet? !”
human
Hornet:  “Oh my goodness, what a scary look. You’re supposed to be my sweet little Al. How can you be so cold?” The Hornet laughed cheerfully. The black-haired woman looked down at Al; with her long legs, she stood so tall that he practically had to crane his neck look up at her. Her weapons, those gigantic blades, were already secured to the stumps of her arms; she was truly the definition of a human weapon. The Hornet was the famed Empress of the sword slaves, a woman whose wiles and fighting spirit had enraptured many, even though she was enslaved on this island. If she was protecting Ubirk, the implications were staggering.
gpt
Al:  “So you’re on his side? You’re on board with Ubirk’s little rebellion? You’re just full of surprises.”
human
Hornet:  “Oh gosh, you think so? Did you think I was one of those boring, conservative ladies? That makes me so saaaad.”
gpt
Al:  “I know better than to call you boring if I want to keep living. But it’s a good point. I’m still surprised.