human
War is a hateful thing! quoth Sir Richard suddenly.
gpt
See yon Spaniard I shot, God forgive me--hark how he groaneth, poor soul! And he showed me the Spaniard, who writhed ever and anon where he lay across the rock and wailed feebly for water.
human
Methinks 'twere merciful to end his sufferings, Martin!
gpt
Mayhap, sir, though we have few enough charges to spare!
human
Thus speaketh cold prudence and common sense, Martin, and yet--