human
Theresia:  "I’m sorry, Carol." These had become the words with which an ashen-faced Theresia dismissed Carol each day.
gpt
Carol:  Of course, Carol did not esteem herself so highly as to believe she was really fulfilling Theresia’s duty. But she continued to throw herself into the work in hopes of making things even a little easier on her master. Carol knew full well that if Theresia were fighting, she would achieve ten times, a hundred times more. But Carol would also be happy if the opportunity never came. If her kindhearted young charge never had to use her sword…
human
Theresia:  "I’m sorry… I’m sorry…!" Carol had heard Theresia crying miserably in her room at night.
gpt
Carol:  "—" How long would the attentions of the sword-god torment her? Somebody, save her, Carol would pray from the bottom of her heart. Anybody. Carol could not do it alone. She didn’t have what it took. Let her be mocked as shameless; it didn’t matter. Somebody, help. She could only pray that the right person would find Theresia. She could only beg the heavens.