human
Garfiel:  "Nose wouldn’t work, bugs made my eyes not work, hid yer sound with all the bugs yappin’…was rough. But it’s all over now."
gpt
Otto:  "I—I wonder about that…the match is not yet deci—mnff!"
human
Garfiel:  "I told ya, I ain’t lettin’ ya do anythin’. —Takin’ ya too lightly is how I got into this mess." Not even letting him air sour grapes, Garfiel put his foot on the fallen Otto’s stomach.
gpt
Garfiel:  He proceeded to put strength into that foot; this strength, which was completely at odds with his small frame, made Otto’s entire body cry out. The creaking of his bones made Otto himself cry out in agony as his limbs flailed against the ground.
human
Otto:  “Gu, ugh, gahh…!”
gpt
Garfiel:  "I don’t wanna be rough with ya. I ain’t got no time. Gimme my stone back now. This is enough, ain’t it?" Increasing the strain bit by bit, Garfiel was trying to seize the stone back from him. Otto was in agony, froth bubbling from the corner of his mouth, rummaging in his side pocket and grasping hold of the crystal he had pickpocketed.
human
Otto:  As living beings, they stood on different platforms. After such terrible pain, what was wrong with acknowledging defeat? He’d fought hard enough to buy time. If he only returned the stone—
gpt
Otto:  “Hhah!”
human
Garfiel:  “…Why are you laughing, damn it?" Garfiel grimaced as Otto, who was being stepped on with his face marred by a nosebleed, suddenly laughed. He’d seen that creeped-out reaction when he was a little boy. Otto concurred with the eyes viewing him as a foreign entity.
gpt
Otto:  What was wrong with him? He had spent so much time in a cold cave in so much despair that he’d wanted to die. It had only been several days since then, and here he was—cheerfully placing his own life into peril. "It would be a waste to give up here… For at long last, I have a thrilling role to play…"
human
Garfiel:  Garfiel immediately realized that the exchange at the facility was the cause behind Otto’s words. Otto was paying him back for saying he didn’t have what it took. "Why you little…!"
gpt
Otto:  It was just as Subaru had said. He found it amusing to do things people firmly thought he could not. It was the mark of a bad personality, but there was no mistake: It felt so good, it hurt. When Otto laughed, deeply appreciating what a bad friend he was, the air Garfiel gave off completely changed. The coarse anger in his jade eyes was stripped away. In its place rested polished, refined hostility. This was proof that Garfiel had acknowledged Otto as his foe. It was proof that Garfiel regarded Otto as someone he had to take down without delay.
human
Otto:  “…May I say one last thing?” When Garfiel removed the foot on his belly, straightening his posture in a display of respect, Otto addressed him.
gpt
Garfiel:  "Ahh?" Receiving his words, Garfiel went and quietly scratched his head.