human
Emilia:  “I always, always wanted to say I’m sorry for never measuring up…”
gpt
???:  “Mm, mm… My granddaughter, my pride and joy…has grown to be…a good child…” As she touched the variously colored lights, Emilia continued to see different futures.
human
Emilia:  “Sorry. I’m so sorry I can’t kill you because I’m weak. Sorry. Even so, I’ll keep you to myself—for all eternity. I’m sorry I’m so weak…”
gpt
Subaru:  “What, you feel like this is fulfilling your promise? If so…then you should have left me to die wrapped in a mat in that cave! If… If you were going to show me a dawn like this, it should all have ended there! Damn it! Damn it all!”
human
Emilia:  “I absolutely will not allow you to die for some nonsensical reason like a curse!” There were wails. There were angry shouts. In different forms, they indicated endings, renewals, meetings, and partings.
gpt
???:  “Oh look, I won again.”
human
???:  “To think someone I want to kill this much turned out to be such a gentle person…what a nightmare.”
gpt
???:  “You have bent your knees before irresistible despair, and you have lost even your sword… Just what is it you still cling to?”
human
Emilia:  She asked herself whether the things awaiting her, the futures at which she would arrive, were not some kind of mistake. “Am I really that greedy? Do I really ask so much? I just don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to become alone… Is that so hard to understand?”
gpt
???:  “I’ll kill you, just as I promised!! Got that, Subaru Natsukiiiiii?! !” Was there really nothing but despair in these futures? Was there anything beyond the sadness, beyond the suffering?
human
???:  “I merely realized something… The days I’ve spent until now were by no means days I walked aloooone.”
gpt
???:  “In the end, ’twould seem we must atone with every last drop of our blood, does it not?” What had gone wrong? Did she wish for the wrong things?
human
???:  “Why…why won’t the soul take? !”
gpt
???:  “Whether it’s with justice or villainy, ya can’t solve every problem under the sun. That’s what you just stepped in. If you block my…our path, I don’t care if you’re a Witch or a dragon. I’ll crush you.” She was being shown untold tragedies and calamities. Amid that deluge of despair, which was enough to make her want to cry, she came to doubt everything she had done. If all that awaited the end of her journey was tragedy, that was simply—
human
???:  “—I believe praying for one’s desires is arrogance. Prayer is for seeking forgiveness.” In the future of the final light, a girl her waking self should never have set eyes upon spoke those words. It was not fleeting enough to be hopeful and too bold to be despairing. Her nonexistent pulse quickened. After all, she’d seen nothing, nothing but sad, agonizing futures in all that time.