human
Wilhelm:  “You shouldn’t…be using a sword…with that expression.” He said.
gpt
Wilhelm:  There was a limit to shamelessness. Whose fault was it? Whose powerlessness had led her to this? If he were stronger, if he had had an exceptional talent for the sword, she wouldn’t have looked like this now.
human
Theresia:  “I’m the Sword Saint. I never knew why before. But now I do.”
gpt
Theresia:  It was at once an answer and not an answer. It was Theresia’s obscure signal that she wanted something from Wilhelm. When she really wanted him to listen, she never said so directly. She could be difficult that way.
human
Wilhelm:  “What you mean, why? !”
gpt
Theresia:  “Wielding the sword to protect someone. I think that’s a good reason.”
human
Theresia:  The exchange was like what they had once said every time they met, though there was no longer any need for those questions and answers. The Sword Saint had preferred her flowers, unable to see the meaning in using the sword. Wilhelm’s sin had been to give Theresia van Astrea a reason to wield her blade. He had given a reason to the woman who was stronger than any other, could take the sword further than anyone else.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Wait…Theresia…”
human
Theresia:  She was already leaving; she felt there were no more words to speak.
gpt
Wilhelm:  Wilhelm couldn’t move his limbs. He could hardly raise his head. Yet, driven by his frustration at Theresia and his anger at himself, Wilhelm managed to look up, his own blue eyes focused firmly on her back, since she refused to turn around.
human
Wilhelm:  “I’ll steal that sword from you. What do I care about your blessing or your station…? Don’t make light of wielding it…of the beauty of a steel blade, Sword Saint!”
gpt
Theresia:  She kept growing more distant, until he could no longer see her.
human
Wilhelm:  Had his last words reached her? They must have. He must have made them reach her. To speak of the beauty of steel to the one who was beloved of the sword-god was the Sword Devil’s pathetic challenge to battle.