human
Derring-do and stuff, Joe? she asked.
gpt
How does it feel to be a victorious warrior?
human
It feels rotten, he told her.
gpt
There must have been somebody in the rocket we blew up. He felt like a patriot, I guess, trying to murder us; But I feel like a butcher.
human
Maybe you didn't do it, she said.
gpt
Maybe the Chief's bombs----
human
Maybe, said Joe. He hesitated.
gpt
Hold up your hand.
human
Still there. When will you be back?