human
Subaru:  "You’re such weaklings for boys!”
gpt
Subaru:  “I guess when this is all done we go back to being rivals, huh…?”
human
Julius:  "It seems you have the leeway to worry about the future." As Subaru indulged in sentiment, Julius stood beside him, wiping the blood from his cavalry saber. His crisp handsomeness never seemed ruffled in the midst of combat. He brushed the edge of his white mantle with an elegant gesture.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru hated to admit it, but Julius’s point was sound as he averted his gaze while scratching his cheek. “My bad. Maybe I’m letting my guard down a bit because it’s gone insanely smoothly.”
human
Julius:  "I did not go as far as to call it bad. As a matter of fact, we are functioning so well, none would think we were so hastily assembled. I can understand why you find the relationships between us to be…regrettable.”
gpt
Subaru:  “…Man, I didn’t expect that from you.” Subaru had anticipated barbed sarcasm, but Julius’s show of sympathy made him widen his eyes.
human
Julius:  "The royal selection has begun, and we find ourselves in rival camps. But wherever we stand in the dispute, we can accept the help of others in a common cause. Perhaps we should regard feeling this for ourselves so early after the start of the selection process as our good fortune?”
gpt
Subaru:  “…Can’t really think of the Witch Cult going after Emilia as ‘good fortune.’”
human
Julius:  "I suppose not. I am sorry, that was inconsiderate of me.” Julius immediately apologized for his faux pas, touching his own forelocks as he sighed.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru felt small for his reflexive indignance in contrast to Julius’s forthright remark.
human
Subaru:  “Really is careless of me to worry about it, though. I’m being an idiot.”