human
Subaru:  —Subaru’s thoughts were white, pure white, with nothing in them whatsoever. His breathing stopped. His heart seemed to stand still, like it had forgotten to keep beating. What freed Subaru from that state was the cold feel of the drop of sweat rolling down the skin of his forehead. —This is bad. Bad bad bad bad bad bad. His empty thoughts became filled over and over with violent unease and panic. No rational thoughts came. Was this truly Rem before his eyes? Was this truly the Rem Subaru knew, her polite words sliding in like daggers, punctual to the point of obsession, doting on her impudent sister, harboring a serious inferiority complex? With Subaru having lost his earlier will to fight, Rem looked at him as she ran her free hand through her hair.
gpt
Rem:  "If you do not resist, I can grant you a quick end?"
human
Subaru:  "—You really think I’m gonna say yes? That’s like telling me to eat shit."