human
Subaru:  And it helped him stay warm on cold days, too.
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Beatrice:  “Is that a mass of green poison, I wonder…? You won’t get away lightly if you eat it…” She must have tired herself quite a bit, because Beatrice was swiftly dragged into dreamland as soon as she got into the futon, moaning in fear from the trauma of the wasabi from supper that evening.
human
Subaru:  Savoring his partner’s adorable sleeping face, Subaru gave his back a good stretch in the middle of the room. "Now then, how about I take a little stroll until I get sleepy?” Tightening the belt of his yukata, Subaru headed out of the room in high spirits. He hadn’t settled on a destination, but he had no intention of walking as far as beyond the inn, figuring that he would get some air out in the garden. He imagined the scenery, which greatly resembled a Japanese garden, would look great under the moonlight. Looking up at the round moon through the corridor’s window, Subaru squinted at its silver light. It was a quiet night. In terms of defenses, the hot-spring inn had sections that were overly exposed, but given the lineup staying there at the moment, he could only pity anyone foolhardy enough to try to break in.
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Subaru:  I do not think anything will happen, but if something does occur in this district, I will hurry over. Please rest at ease. Such were Reinhard’s reassuring words when they parted ways in the hall. The fact that he’d used the word district rather than inn was so reassuring, it was downright scary. Given his personality, it was possible he was being modest just choosing to not use the word city. “Reinhard, huh…” Thinking of his friend, who quite possibly might still be on guard even at this time of night, Subaru lowered his eyes—it was hard to forget how unpretentiously Reinhard had agreed he was Subaru’s friend. During the unexpected reunion earlier in the day, Subaru had reforged his broken friendship with Reinhard. But that didn’t mean that the terrible things Subaru had said or the loathsome attitude he’d shown on that fateful day in the past were permissible. Friends should be equals. That was what Subaru believed. Whatever Reinhard thought of the matter, Subaru owed him a debt. How could he call himself Reinhard’s friend without repaying it? Wasn’t there something, anything at all, that Subaru could do for the sake of his friend Reinhard? “” As he pondered such thoughts, his feet brought him to the garden, whereupon Subaru’s breath caught at the sight that greeted him. Under a black sky and a silver moon, with clouds draped over the moon to lend the place an even more bewitching allure, he saw a single person standing there, enjoying the refreshing breeze. The man had a sturdy back and a head and beard dyed white. Subaru knew only one person with those distinguishing features.
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Subaru:  “—Mr. Wilhelm?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Sir Subaru?