human
Ferris:  "If Ferri had screwed up, it wouldn’t just be embarrassing for Ferri, meow. All the people who backed me would look bad, too…”
gpt
Julius:  “I think you’ve done more than enough to justify your recommendations by now. Happily, you even had a chance to show off what you’re really good at—I guess none of us are a match for the captain yet.”
human
Ferris:  “Guess not.” Ferris said lightly, but inside he was nodding furiously.
gpt
Ferris:  Lacking skill with the sword, the only way Ferris could prove himself to the other guardsmen was to show that he had some talent in something else.
human
Ferris:  In his case, that would certainly be healing magic, and luckily for him, he’d had plenty of opportunities to show what he could do that week. That was because at the practice field, Captain Marcus had decided to personally train his subordinates. As he healed each of the carefully calculated injuries, Ferris was grateful for the captain’s rather unorthodox way of showing kindness.
gpt
Ferris:  As a result, everyone recognized Ferris’s abilities, and while it wasn’t possible to silence what people said behind closed doors, public objections to his entry into the guard ceased. “That made my life a lot easier. Meowbe I should thank the captain.”
human
Julius:  “Of course, he’d just dodge you if you said anything.”
gpt
Ferris:  “Yeah, he’s evasive that way. For such a hard worker, he sure has odd quirks. What a pain.” He could just picture the artless Captain Marcus pretending not to understand what he was being thanked for. It was a disappointing scene.
human
Julius:  Beside Ferris, Julius was nodding as though he understood exactly what was going through the cat-boy’s mind. “Even so, to go back to our original subject, you said you’ve been friends with His Highness for eight years now. I’m very curious what the two of you were like as children. Would you mind my asking?”
gpt
Ferris:  “No, but I don’t think the stories are meowy interesting. Eight years ago, Ferri was just cute lil’ Ferri, and His Highness was His Highness… We were exactly the same, really.” Ferris put a hand to his mouth and laughed. He was remembering bits and pieces from the whole span of their friendship. Fourier had grown into a strapping young man, but deep down, he was the same as he’d ever been. “Y’know, I think I respect that about His Highness.”
human
Julius:  “If Prince Fourier’s virtues haven’t changed, that’s what counts. Eight years… Once childhood ends, not everyone is able to remain the same.”
gpt
Julius:  In contrast to Ferris’s suppressed laughter, Julius looked somehow melancholy.
human
Ferris:  Ferris noticed this and gave him a questioning look. “Come to think of it, I haven’t heard much about you, Julius.”
gpt
Julius:  “That’s because, unfortunately, my life has not been rich enough to warrant any stories. It has been perfectly ordinary, boring as a bedtime tale.”
human
Ferris:  “Bleh. If you really don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask… Have you known Reinhard a long time, though?