human
Subaru:  The statement, suggesting that the mist and the sealing of the highway were connected, was proof positive that the White Whale and the Witch Cult were linked behind the scenes. Furthermore, from that exchange Subaru learned that word of the White Whale’s subjugation had not yet reached Petelgeuse’s ears. The cultists hadn’t realized Subaru had brought the expeditionary force with him. "So you sealed the highway so that you could do the trial with no one to interfere. That’s a pretty shrewd way to operate, Mr. Petelgeuse.”
gpt
Petelgeuse:  “Yes, the trial is sacred, inviolable! To fail to overcome at all costs, no maaatter the predicament, would be insincerity toward love! Yes, toward love! The love granted to us! The love poured onto us! We must RESPOND to that love!”
human
Petelgeuse:  “Yeah!” Separate from his statements regarding the trial, Petelgeuse got fired up by his personal thoughts on love. The madman bent back, eyes bulging, stretching his tongue as he gazed intently at the heavens, frothing at the mouth as he searched for something intangible.
gpt
Petelgeuse:  “Aaaaaall must be sacrificed for love! The silver-haired half-demon, whose very existence is insolent, must answer for the deep crime of her very life! Those who bear sins must undergo trials! Yes, they must be TESTED! To find whether they are slothful or diligent! And it is my hand that must be FIRST!”
human
Subaru:  “So the trials are…to question their sins, to test if they bear sins?”
gpt
Petelgeuse:  “For that purpose, the trials! For that purpose, the sins! The Archbishops of the Seven Deadly Sins! Accordingly, I MUST test her! If she is not tested to see if she truly possesses the Witch Factor, then whether she is a suitable vessel cannot be—” Gripped by madness, Petelgeuse slipped an arm into his habit. Then, after a little rummaging, his fingertips pulled out a small, case-bound book. Subaru thought it about the size of the pocket dictionaries that were common in the world he came from. Deftly opening the book with one hand, Petelgeuse ran his bloodshot eyes along its pages.
human
Petelgeuse:  “My duty is recorded within the Gospel, and I must fulfill it as proof of my love! If you are indeed Pride, you will understand my loooofty ideals! After all, it has been centuries since the vacancy among US, the forsaken bearing the titles of sins, has been filled! !”
gpt
Subaru:  “Hold on a sec! I need to hear more about this Pride and this Witch Factor stuff…”
human
Petelgeuse:  “—Present your Gospel.”
gpt
Petelgeuse:  “—!” Petelgeuse suppressed his madness once more, forcing back a sudden wave of emotion. Subaru, unable to keep up with the shift, unwittingly took a step back when Petelgeuse pressed closer.
human
Petelgeuse:  At Subaru’s reaction, Petelgeuse, the crazed zeal still absent from his eyes, tilted his head ninety degrees. "Present your Gospel. The proof of your favor—” Speaking this, the madman extended his blood-smeared right hand toward Subaru, demanding proof that he was a coconspirator.