human
Subaru:  “How long will it take for a person to die if he’s slowly, gradually frozen from the tips of his extremities on up? Have you ever wondered that, Subaru?”
gpt
Subaru:  “—”
human
Subaru:  “I’ll take that as a yes. I want you to learn the answer.” Slowly, slowly, the chill consumed more and more of his flesh. His wounds and internal organs were already frozen, so they were exempt as the rest of Subaru’s flesh expired from the fingertips up. If pain could truly drive a person mad, his sanity would have been shattered long before. He wanted his mind to be ripped apart, smashed to bits, scattered in all directions. For if not…
gpt
Subaru:  “—Mist is coming. It seems you’ve lured quite a nasty one.” He couldn’t hear. Someone was saying something, but he couldn’t hear.
human
Subaru:  “Gluttony’s… Ahh, nowadays they call it the White Whale, don’t they? Calling it over, letting Lia die, losing your own life… You truly are incorrigible, do you know that?” He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t hear. But even though he shouldn’t have heard it, he heard the voice. He heard laughter from somewhere. A mocking voice. Cackle, cackle. He knew that laughter. The voice of the man he hated to the point of death. Where is it coming from? With the end near, his consciousness sought an answer to that question. Then he realized it. The incessant cackling was coming from his own throat. Ecstasy began to rule his brain, drowning out his pain. He took his first steps into a spreading world of madness. The way it warped everything around him felt…good. The laughter wouldn’t stop. His own laughter was mocking him—the one who had let Rem die, who had killed Emilia, and who was dying like a dog himself. Ah yes. He was truly…how would you put it…
gpt
Subaru:  “—Subaru, you’re lazy.” With a sharp sound, he blacked out. It probably was not only his consciousness, and his life, that had been severed.