human
Julius:  Balleroy’s body had been enveloped in a faint light. It was the glow of dark magic encountering and opposing light magic. Light magic to strengthen his own body, dark magic to weaken that of his opponent—Julius was casting both at the same time, a delicate and involved maneuver.
gpt
Balleroy:  "To think I ain’t even made it to my real target… I guess I really have…lost my touch…" Balleroy dropped his spear and stumbled back a step, whereupon the knight’s sword pierced his chest. Blood didn’t even flow from the wound. The light, short and intense, cauterized the cut and incinerated the man’s organs, his very spirit. Balleroy continued on, unsteadily, until he arrived at the still form of his beloved dragon. He managed to slump down beside her, leaning against that great form, and let out a breath.
human
Julius:  Behind him, Julius the knight sheathed his sword. "Lord Balleroy, what drove you to such plotting?" The young man seemed to presume the fight was over—a naive idea.
gpt
Balleroy:  "You don’t pull your punches, do you? …Can’t say I would expect you to understand.”
human
Julius:  “You nearly shattered the empire and brought on war with my kingdom. You’re right, I don’t understand. Nor do I understand your obsession with the Sword Saint—with Reinhard.”
gpt
Balleroy:  “That one’s easy enough to explain. To put it nice and simple, it was about…revenge.”
human
Julius:  Julius’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he could never have expected this. It wasn’t the pettiness that seemed to shock him, but the whole idea. The man had seemingly never imagined the Sword Saint might incur the ill will of anyone. In Julius’s mind, Reinhard was above such trite tragedies as becoming the object of revenge. “Looks to me like you’ve got…some pretty innocent ideas about the world…”
gpt
Balleroy:  “…I’ve heard the same from my friends. I believe I am working to improve that aspect of myself.”
human
Julius:  “Good, good to hear. Otherwise, y’ might just end up one of the bad guys, like me…”
gpt
Balleroy:  Then Balleroy laughed at the outrageously frank exchange, his hilarity coming in thin, reedy breaths. His consciousness was gradually dropping in and out, and he tried to hold on to it long enough to say something else. But what, he didn’t know. Words of hatred, perhaps.
human
Julius:  “Are there any last words you wish to leave to Reinhard?”
gpt
Balleroy:  Balleroy let out a harsh breath. “…That’d be downright ignoble of me. A loser ought to just go his way."