human
Wilhelm:  To let go of one’s weapon while still on the battlefield was a pitiful thing. For the Sword Devil to drop his sword meant he was no longer even a demon, but just a man—no, something less than that. A shell. Perhaps it was only fitting that a man should meet his end as an empty husk, having forgotten even the first wish that led to his being called Sword Devil and simply run ahead. In the end, why had he taken up the sword? What had he been able to leave to the world? Nothing. Only a body, hollow and empty, a bit of airy nothing. Could it really have been nothing…? Wilhelm lingered between life and death.
gpt
Demi-human:  “You were a fearsome opponent, Sword Devil." He said, looming over Wilhelm. "But your life ends here!” He raised his sword high, preparing to strike off Wilhelm’s head.
human
Wilhelm:  “—” Countless shadows flitted through his mind—all the people he had encountered in his life. He saw his parents, his brothers, the people of the Trias lands, the other members of the royal army, Grimm, Bordeaux, Roswaal, Carol—and finally, Theresia, smiling, the field of flowers at her back. Her face, her voice as she said “See you next time” were seared into his memory—into his very soul. She had brought light into days when he had thought there was nothing, and in his mind’s eye, her light mingled with the gleaming of the sword from his youth. He had believed he wanted to be a sword, but the many encounters he’d had and the interlocking bonds he shared with people were like heat and pressure to form him into a person. He reminisced with fondness on both the days when he was steel and those when he was human. He still had so many memories of them. "I don’t want…to die…”
gpt
Wilhelm:  He had taken so many lives, affected such nonchalance at the thought of death, yet when the end finally confronted him, his heart quaked with fear. He began to see the joy of being alive, his heart breaking with the terror that that joy was about to be stolen from him. “—” Surely that one desperate whisper would not be enough to buy clemency from the demi-human after he had killed so many of his companions.