human
Subaru:  Subaru stubbornly arrived at the words and tossed them out. "You feel bad about what you did to me, don’t you?” He didn’t know if it meant anything or not—but he thought it was worth a shot.
gpt
Beatrice:  Beatrice shot Subaru a sour look as Subaru knocked against the bed and asked again. "Do you feel bad about it? Yes or no?”
human
Beatrice:  “I think no such thing.”
gpt
Subaru:  “I’ll tell Puck on you.”
human
Beatrice:  Beatrice repositioned herself to face Subaru, crossing her arms and raising her nose with a haughty air. “Ugh…perhaps I think it a teeeeeny bit.”
gpt
Subaru:  “I’ll forgive you if you’ll do one little favor for me.”
human
Beatrice:  “…Would you speak it, I wonder?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Could you protect me until sunrise on the fifth da— The morning after tomorrow?” It was a thoroughly shameless request to make of a girl who looked younger than he did.
human
Beatrice:  Beatrice was silent for a while in the face of Subaru’s heartfelt request. “That is a rather vague statement. Perhaps there is a reason someone is after you?” The question Beatrice countered with was quite natural and sensible.
gpt
Beatrice:  Beatrice kept Subaru in her sights as she paced around the room. “In the first place, I do not want to bring discord to this manor. This manor is a place that, to me, I must not lose, I suppose.”
human
Subaru:  “…I don’t want to cause any trouble. I just wanna put out any sparks that fly.”
gpt
Beatrice:  “That is quite a sentiment coming from someone trying to make it another’s problem?”
human
Subaru:  “For once, I don’t have a comeback.” Beatrice sighed as Subaru bowed down before her. Subaru was still bowed as he thought he heard a sound like the door being closed from the inside. The sound of Subaru’s request being denied and Beatrice returning to her archive. The moment he heard that sound, Subaru’s threadbare hope snapped.
gpt
Beatrice:  “Could you put out your hand, I wonder?” With Subaru filled with resignation, Beatrice walked to the side of the bed and offered her tiny hand.
human
Beatrice:  Beatrice’s irritation sent Subaru, in complete shock, rushing to take her hand. As he did, Beatrice scowled as she looked at the damaged back of his hand. “Disgusting. Perhaps you are an unsalvageable deviant who delights in self-harm?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Roswaal’s got the deviant market locked up. I was just trying to give myself a tattoo and messed it up.”
human
Beatrice:  “Your artistic sense, skill, and talent for lies are completely lacking… There is no saving you from that.”
gpt
Beatrice:  Exhaling, Beatrice put her tiny palm on top of Subaru’s hand, as if trying to cover the wounds. Her smooth fingers invited his in until their hands intertwined. “—I shall grant thy wish. By the name of Beatrice, the pact is formed.” Beatrice’s solemn statement left Subaru completely at a loss for words. Suddenly, the girl before his eyes looked completely different than before. As her fingers gripped his, the warmth they conveyed made his mind see the aura of mystique surrounding her.