human
Wilhelm:  Just the thought of bringing Carol along, someone whose company he didn’t enjoy in the least, was enough to make him choke. Encountering her was something he dearly wanted to avoid. "I’m not visiting again. You make sure she knows I was here, okay?”
gpt
Grimm:  "I’ve got it. I’ll tell her."
human
Wilhelm:  That helped him relax a little, at least. Now maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about Carol coming around to harangue him. If she had left him alone, he never would have bothered coming to see Grimm. How’s the captain doing?
gpt
Grimm:  “It’s like he’s possessed by the ghost of Pivot. I don’t like it. ‘Do this. Kill the demi-humans.’ That’s all you ever hear from him these days. Supposedly things have quieted down recently, but he’s only gotten louder.” Apparently Bordeaux had come to visit once as well but had quickly left again on business. The royal army was in total chaos, and the commanders had a lot on their plates. Bordeaux was no exception.
human
Grimm:  “—” Suddenly, Grimm stopped writing and gazed into the distance. Wilhelm recognized the expression. It was the way Grimm had looked at the royal army’s cemetery, when they had said their last farewells to their fallen comrades. Wilhelm knew that he was lost in his memories of all those in Zergev Squadron who had died at Aihiya. Wilhelm, arms still crossed, walked over to the window and thought back to the swamp himself. He had ruminated on that battle many, many times—always so that he wouldn’t forget his rage at the unresolved conflict with Libre or at Sphinx, who had stolen that chance from him. This time, though, was different. This time, Wilhelm thought back to a different moment in the battle… “…Why did they protect me?” He remembered Pivot, who had given his life taking a blow meant for Wilhelm. He remembered all the others, who had stood against Libre at Pivot’s dying command and been cut down themselves. Grimm, too. He was among those who had faced Libre in Wilhelm’s place, and for his trouble he had received a wound he would bear forever and lost his voice. He didn’t understand why. None of them had had a hope of winning. If the effect of the magic circle had continued, Wilhelm probably also would have met his doom there. What meaning could there have been in their actions? “You, all of you, challenged a foe you could never beat. Pivot died, all of you died, and I—” If it hadn’t been for Sphinx’s intervention, Wilhelm would have died, too. And if he had, all of Zergev Squadron’s sacrifices would have been for nothing. And then—