human
Emilia:  "Casting it aside midway…that’s absolutely wrong!"
gpt
Emilia:  "—Then…what is it you wish to do?"
human
Emilia:  "I don’t know! But wrong things are wrong! I don’t understand what you’re trying to give up on, Roswaal, but don’t give up! That’s too selfish of you, isn’t it? !" Knowing full well she sounded like she was lecturing a child, Emilia extended an accepting hand toward Roswaal. If Roswaal was going to try and let things go, she’d grab him and drag him back in his stead.
gpt
Emilia:  "There’s no need to abandon anything— Not anymore."
human
Roswaal:  "…You truly do speak like young Subaru." As Emilia thrust her chest out, firmly declaring her beliefs, Roswaal sighed. From there, he let his shoulders droop, as if all energy had slipped out of him, and shifted his gaze to the tomb behind Emilia.
gpt
Roswaal:  "Just how well can you change grandiose language into reality?"
human
Emilia:  "That’s what I’m going to prove from here on out, in the tomb…no, even outside the Sanctuary." Emilia was firmly declaring to Roswaal that she would challenge the second Trial. Then she shifted her gaze toward Ram, whose hand she had not let go of the entire time.
gpt
Ram:  "Lady Emilia." Ram, having maintained her silence as she witnessed the pair’s replies to each other, addressed Emilia with trembling lips.
human
Emilia:  Nodding to her call, Emilia gently let go of her hand, which had linked the two together. "I’m going, Ram— Somehow, I will make your wish come true."
gpt
Emilia:  Nodding as Ram lowered her eyes, Emilia turned around, shifting her gaze toward the tomb’s entrance. With her words to Roswaal and her words to Ram, Emilia had surely exhausted all the words she possessed. The rest had to be proven with the answer Emilia arrived at—not through words but actions. Putting a foot upon the stone steps, she desired once more to enter the tomb she had just left. Behind her—
human
Roswaal:  "—You are wrong about one thing, Lady Emilia. Everything began between Teacher and me." There was an exceedingly nostalgic twinge to his voice. His voice seemed fiendishly adoring, as if to gently trample one underfoot. With that voice at her back, Emilia advanced into the tomb, which shone with light. She headed for the stonework room she had once departed. There, the second Trial waited.