human
Garfiel:  "…But if you died, then it doesn’t mean anything…"
gpt
Mimi:  "Ummm? Is your head okay, Garf?" Mimi tapped her head as she twisted it in confusion as Garfiel challenged her interpretation.
human
Mimi:  "If we might die together, then that means we want to live together, right? And Mimi and Garf are both alive, so why are you going on about that? Worrying will just make you go bald."
gpt
Garfiel:  "—Keh."
human
Mimi:  "Oh? You smiled? Hey, did you smile, Garf?"
gpt
Garfiel:  Garfiel looked away as Mimi’s cute, round eyes peered into his. He touched his mouth, feeling for himself that he had actually cracked a smile. There was definitely a faint impulse to laugh.
human
Mimi:  "Mimi gets it. The Lady is always saying she can’t help but smile when Mimi is around. Mimi’s a goddess of good fortune!" Saying that when you clearly don’t get it at all—no, she’s not the one who doesn’t get it, is she? She can’t put it into words, but she actually gets the most important thing. She was clear on something that Garfiel couldn’t express in words, on something that he couldn’t be satisfied with. So as much as it pained him, he couldn’t help but smile.
gpt
Mimi:  "Mm, it’s been a while since you smiled, Garf! Did you fall in love with the Mimi who made you smile? Did ya?"
human
Garfiel:  "Nope."
gpt
Mimi:  "Okay. But Mimi is in love with you! So don’t worry!"
human
Garfiel:  "…Yeah, thanks." Mimi was standing beside him, seemingly ready to tackle him at any moment. Taking advantage of her perfect positioning, he gently rubbed her head as he looked forward together with her. What she said wasn’t enough to clear up all of the issues bothering Garfiel. There was a chaotic mess still swirling in his heart like always. He had not come to peace with all of the regrets he had from his time in Pristella. But it was a light for him. A guide to follow in order to reach the answers he needed to find.
gpt
Mimi:  "Ahoy! We’ve reached food! Garf! Mimi is starving!"
human
Garfiel:  "I told ya before, don’t go runnin’ around like that! You’ll reopen those wounds!" Garfiel chased after Mimi, ducking under the curtain as she dashed into the restaurant. They called it a restaurant, but it wasn’t running like normal. Pristella didn’t have enough people or supplies, so the interim council of ten led by Kiritaka was providing food rations. The place they had come to was one of the distribution points, and it was filled with people involved with the reconstruction of the city. It was just around lunchtime, and it looked like it would be difficult to find a seat. But just as they were looking around—
gpt
Wilhelm:  "Sir Garfiel, Miss Mimi, if you would like…"
human
Garfiel:  "Oh…" Garfiel raised an eyebrow when he saw who it was. A white-haired, blue-eyed old swordsman was offering to share his four-person table.