human
Shaula:  “Four hundred years is just like the day after tomorrow.”
gpt
Shaula:  “…Since I loved you the whole time I was waiting, too.”
human
Shaula:  “Hey, Master. Someday…”
gpt
Shaula:  “Someday, come visit me again.”
human
Shaula:  “Next time, you wait for me. I want to be chased, for once.”
gpt
Shaula:  “This is really, really important, Master. Promise me.”
human
Shaula:  “Next time, don’t forget me.”
gpt
Shaula:  “I love you, Master.”
human
Subaru:  “You idiot,” Subaru whispered with a quivering voice. “Who could ever forget you?” And lifting up the thing ticklishly touching the back of his hand, he held it in both hands. Accepting those awkward, embarrassing feelings, the tiny little scorpion shuddered. Its carapace was red, and its eyes were a vivid scarlet. The color of a love that didn’t fade even after four hundred years.