human
Shannon, said Lewis,
gpt
I'm not your officer now. I'm going to choke the truth out of you. Will you fight me, or are you afraid?
human
I'm not afraid to fight, sir. I'd fight any man, but you--no, I'll not do it! Even stripped, you're my commander still.
gpt
Is that the reason?
human
Not all of it. You're weak, Captain, your wound has you in a fever. 'Twould not be fair--I could do as I liked with you now. I'll not fight you. I couldn't!
gpt
What? You will not obey me as your officer, and will not fight me as a man? Do you want to be whipped? Do you want to be shot? Do you want to be drummed out of camp tomorrow morning? By Heaven, Private Shannon, one of these choices will be yours!