human
He fights like a veteran, Harley remarked, after witnessing one such encounter.
gpt
He's cold-blooded. There's no excitement in him.
human
He's old before his time, Villa said.
gpt
There is no heart of play left in him, and no desire for speech. Just the same I know he loves me, and you--
human
Without having to be voluble about it,
gpt
You can see it shining in those quiet eyes of his,
human
Reminds me of one of the survivors of Lieutenant Greeley's Expedition I used to know, he agreed.
gpt
He was an enlisted soldier and one of the handful of survivors. He had been through so much that he was just as subdued as Michael and just as taciturn. He bored most people, who could not understand him. Of course, the truth was the other way around. They bored him. They knew so little of life that he knew the last word of. And one could scarcely get any word out of him. It was not that he had forgotten how to speak, but that he could not see any reason for speaking when nobody could understand. He was really crusty from too-bitter wise experience. But all you had to do was look at him in his tremendous repose and know that he had been through the thousand hells, including all the frozen ones. His eyes had the same quietness of Michael's. And they had the same wisdom. I'd give almost anything to know how he got his shoulder scarred. It must have been a tiger or a lion.