human
Shaula:  "Snipers are always alone." That was another thing she had heard. Snipers were people who attacked from far, far away, waiting patiently until they could finish off their prey. And so she waited. She continued waiting with pride in her heart. Because she was a sniper. Watching in the distance, day in and day out, waiting for anyone who came to the tower. There were rules. Rules that bound her to the tower. They were annoying, but as forgetful as she was, she also had a feeling she would forget a lot of things without them. That they had walked together, talked together, the days they spent together, and the memories they had shared together.
gpt
Shaula:  "Ahh…I don’t want to forget that." She had been left behind by everything. Told to wait, she would wait however long it took. But she waited because she wanted him to come back. If he would just come back, she would wait however long it took. So…
human
Shaula:  "I was so glad when you came back, Master." Because everyone left. She had started feeling unsure if she should still believe that he would come back. She didn’t know whether she was waiting because she believed, or if it was just force of habit. She didn’t think about it, either. Because there was nothing to think about. He had kept his promise before she rotted away.
gpt
Shaula:  "I’m so happy, Master." That was why she didn’t want him to go. He could just stay there forever. She wasn’t alone anymore, so she could graduate from being a sniper. And she deserved a suitable reward for that graduation, as far as she was concerned.
human
Shaula:  "I don’t want to be left behind again, Master… I want to be loved, too." Because everyone and everything had left her behind. This time, she wanted to be with him, wherever, whenever. So…
gpt
Shaula:  "Please love me, Master…" The crimson scorpion shuddered, and the light from its carapace grew even more intense. It could have been simply shifting to an even more aggressive color, but it looked different to Subaru. That bright, vivid red looked like an expression of Shaula’s cries. Four hundred years she spent with her emotions bottled up, holed up in this tower, doing what she had been told, and now her very being was glowing as all those overflowing emotions surged outward. Red was the color of passion; red was the color of rage; and red was the color of irrepressible love. The crimson scorpion glowed red because it wanted to love and to be loved.
human
Subaru:  "Horoscopes do say Scorpios are supposed to be super passionate!! !" Shouting as he kicked off the sand, Subaru swung his shoulder and let his whip fly.
gpt
Subaru:  "" His aim was the fickle crimson scorpion turning its back on him and dueling with Julius. He’d make his presence known with the whip.