human
Tholter:  "So you go through combat and decide you’ve found reality."
gpt
Tholter:  "And I go through it and still have my heart set on being a hero. It’s like night and day. What about that new guy? I wonder what he thought…"
human
Grimm:  "You mean Wilhelm?" Grimm felt a jolt of anxiety when he brought up the young swordsman.
gpt
Tholter:  "I believe he’s good, even if he’s just a kid."
human
Tholter:  "I mean, they don’t hand out military honors for nothing. I bet we’ll see him on the parade ground as a full knight before long."
gpt
Grimm:  "I heard he didn’t even have to do the drills they make all the new guys go through."
human
Grimm:  "Instructor Razaac himself said it wasn’t necessary. A lot of people won’t believe he’s fifteen.”
gpt
Grimm:  Were those the eyes of someone who should be hailed as a hero? The suspicion dogged Grimm that he might become something far more terrible.
human
Tholter:  "I definitely get the worry."
gpt
Tholter:  "He’s, like, the least-friendly fifteen-year-old you ever met."
human
Grimm:  "Wait, what?"
gpt
Tholter:  "No, it’s true. I invite him along every time we go for a meal, every time we go for a drink, but he never comes. If he has one minute of spare time, he’s doing sword practice. Morning, noon, and night. I swear, it’s gonna make him sick. Or maybe he already is!"
human
Grimm:  "Huh. You might actually be right."
gpt
Tholter:  "Ain’t I always?" Tholter was completely oblivious to the dark undertones in Grimm’s remark.
human
Grimm:  "But do you think he might be onto something?"
gpt
Grimm:  "Using his free time to train instead of drink?"
human
Tholter:  "Aw, don’t start. Anyway, whoever has the most fun is the winner at life! Even the first Sword Saint, Reid, didn’t spend all his time waving his sword around. He liked his wine and his women, too! Heroes have more fun than anyone. Enjoying ourselves like this just shows that we have what it takes to be legends!" As Tholter’s logic grew louder and louder, he collected a few shouts of “Yeah! That’s right!” from the surrounding drinkers.
gpt
Tholter:  "My friends! My brothers in arms!" Tholter stood nimbly on a chair and raised his mug.