gpt
Bardalos:  “Oh-ho? What do you think you’re doing? Don’t tell me you let the enemy escape?” The tone was mocking. Renart turned to see Chief Mage Bardalos, with a cynical smirk twisting his face. He eyed Renart.
human
Bardalos:  “I thought I said not to let a single one get away. Am I wrong?”
gpt
Renart:  “…You’re not wrong.”
human
Bardalos:  “Well, whatever. I’ll chase him down and kill him. You head back.”
gpt
Renart:  “Wai-“ Renart started to cry out, then bit his tongue.
human
Bardalos:  Bardalos snickered as he tore into him. “What is it? Are you telling me not to end his pathetic life? He’s a soldier who entered a battlefield. Don’t you think he knows death is a possibility?”
gpt
Renart:  “He no longer has the will to fight.” Renart argued.
human
Bardalos:  “Do I look like I care? If he doesn’t want to fight, he shouldn’t have come out here in the first place. Or…what? Do you want to die in his place?”
gpt
Renart:  “…Excuse me?” Renart said, utterly at a loss for words as he stared at the man before him. Bardalos’s eyes were filled with a mad, murderous glee. To him, it was all the same if he killed the enemy soldier or if he killed Renart. Great mages had the power to kill people as easily as cutting blades of grass. That was what it meant to be a mage. Renart let out a ragged breath. An unspeakable exhaustion weighed heavy on him.