human
The moon is wondrous bright, friend, said he, staring up at it,
gpt
Come! said I at last, touching his bowed shoulder.
human
Come!
gpt
Where away, _camarado_? he questioned, looking up at me vacantly.
human
Nay, I'm best here--mayhap she'll be lonesome-like at first, so I'll bide here, lad, I'll bide here a while. Go your ways, brother, and leave old Resolution to pray a little, aye--and, mayhap weep a little, if God be kind.