human
Al:  “Ohh, of course not. The emperor lives above the clouds, and I couldn’t care less about him. If he was a great warrior, I might be interested in having a fight with him, but it doesn’t sound like it.”
gpt
Al:  “Yeah, that’s what I hear, too. So what you were after was a test of your strength. You take over the island, then try your hand against whichever of the Nine Divine Generals they send after you. You’re nuts, lady.”
human
Hornet:  The Hornet never stopped smiling. She didn’t deny it—which meant he was right.
gpt
Hornet:  “Why not let us put the drawbridge down, then?”
human
Hornet:  “Good question. Oh, but the sweet temptation of fighting my dear Al called to me. Not to mention all the other sweet little sword slaves I’ve never got to battle. I just thought—”
gpt
Al:  “Okay, hold on, time-out. I don’t think I want to hear the rest of this…”
human
Hornet:  “I thought first I would kill everyone on the island, and when I was out of people to fight, then I would lower the bridge.”
gpt
Al:  “I just said I didn’t want to hear it.” Al scowled, disgusted by the Hornet’s blasphemous notion. She planned to kill everyone on the island—the sword slaves, everyone connected with the sword slaves, all the spectators who had come to watch the sword slaves—and then when she’d had her fill of their blood, she would throw herself into battle with the Nine Divine Generals. A sort of grand take on suicide.
human
Al:  “You don’t really believe you’re the strongest in the whole world, do you? The strongest person I know about in this world is walkin’ around Lugunica with an elementary schooler’s backpack right about now.”
gpt
Hornet:  “I’m not under any illusions that I’m the strongest. No, no, not at all. I’ll run out of strength sometime during the fighting and die.”
human
Al:  "" Al said nothing to that.
gpt
Hornet:  “But that’s all right by me, you see? Falling gloriously in battle is what I want. By my family name, I swear I’m going to put on a show for them before I go.” The Hornet licked her lips in anticipation of the battle as she described the manner of her death. She was showing that her mind was made up, that she had no intention of retreating.
human
Al:  Al screwed up his black eyes as he watched this warrior make her mad pronouncement, then took the feeble dagger in his hand and scratched his own neck with the blade. Then he said, “Everyone reads too much into dying. It’s ridiculous.”
gpt
Al:  "" This time, it was the Hornet’s turn to say nothing.
human
Al:  “Death isn’t salvation, and it’s not a treasure. It’s just painful and sad. Why don’t you understand that?” He looked at her coldly, with disgust.