human
Subaru:  "Making Felt steal Emilia’s jewel back at the royal capital, too…" Had all of it been done knowing Subaru would intervene to save Emilia? Everything on that day, from earnestly running about to dying three times to save Emilia, to Emilia’s smiling face and her telling him her name—had he been dancing atop Roswaal’s palm all along?
gpt
Subaru:  "If everything has gone according to the book of knowledge…then was Rem being robbed of her existence and the Sanctuary being sealed up…did all this happen exactly as someone predicted…?"
human
Subaru:  If that was so, had Subaru’s free will merely been an extension of a string someone else pulled? In ensuring everything proceeded according with the prophecy, Roswaal put a stop to any developments contrary to what was recorded. If the path was crooked, he corrected it by force so that without fail, prophecy became reality—
gpt
Subaru:  "—Huh?" That moment, he felt like something was…off. Slowly, putting everything in order, he went over his conception of Roswaal’s book of knowledge. He had a definite sense that something was off. Something was nagging at him. But he couldn’t remember what.
human
Subaru:  "What? What…is wrong? Something’s…not right. Something’s wrong…!"
gpt
Subaru:  It was a mystery lacking an answer. It resembled the prior situation, but this was different than the dead end. This haze had a path leading forward. And he felt like this path was linked to the hope he had thought lost. Roswaal’s book of knowledge, making its contents reality, Beatrice’s book of knowledge, the Witch Cult’s Gospels, blank pages, prophetic pages, results according to prophecy, correction, future—
human
Subaru:  "—Subaru?"
gpt
Subaru:  "—!" Suddenly, a voice intruded upon that vortex of thought, making Subaru’s shoulders jump. He looked back.
human
Emilia:  Standing a short distance away, Emilia is a girl standing in the gloom, with moonlight showering down upon her— Emilia, her silver hair sparkling as it swayed, gazed upon Subaru with her violet eyes open wide.
gpt
Subaru:  "Ah…Emilia-tan. What are you doing in a place like this? It’s already pretty late, isn’t it?" But Subaru swiftly schooled his expression.
human
Emilia:  "The same goes for you, doesn’t it, Subaru? I couldn’t sleep so I went on a stroll."
gpt
Subaru:  “…That so. Ah, that’s right.”
human
Emilia:  "—?" When Subaru nodded in acceptance, Emilia cocked her head with a mystified look. This was not the first time he had encountered Emilia at night. On one previous occasion, he had met Emilia during a moonlit stroll and had spoken with her then. This situation surely differed from that time, but to bump into her here even so meant Emilia’s action must have been inevitable. Subaru had been invited to the tea party, reaffirmed his bonds with Patlash, heard Ryuzu’s secret deep within the forest, learned Roswaal was the mastermind, and amid those various actions, Emilia had not been sitting still either. That was an obvious thing, and yet, at that moment, it struck Subaru with great clarity.
gpt
Emilia:  "…Subaru, you’re not feeling well, are you?"
human
Subaru:  "That so?"