gpt
Al:  The thought was still in his mind as he stepped into the arena, greeted by the wild shouting of the crowd. As his opponent for today’s death match emerged from the opposite tunnel, Al’s eyes went wide. "Gajeet? So you made it, too, huh? I thought for sure you were dead.”
human
Gajeet:  “Hey, so did I. But I survived and damned if I know how. Karma or something, I guess. Maybe it’s the same thing that means one of us is gonna die here today.” It was the saber wielder with the half-shaved head. Al had heard he was one of the first on board with the rebellion, but he must have done something to gain clemency, because here he was. And here Al was, facing off with him in a fight to the death. Everything changed. Nothing lasted. Nothing in the world. Not the world itself.
gpt
Al:  “Let’s have at it, then. No hard feelings, eh, Gajeet?”
human
Gajeet:  “Yeah, sure. We’re sword slaves till we die. Even the Hornet eventually bit the dust. So will we one day.”
gpt
Al:  Al didn’t respond to that. Instead, as Gajeet readied his saber, Al took up a fighting stance, preparing to let his liuyedao have the last word. Everybody died. Everyone was going to die. It was something no one could escape.
human
Al:  “At least for now,” he muttered. The frenzy of the crowd intensified, and a gong announced the start of the match.