human
Emilia:  “…I mean, this really is stupid.” In contrast to her words, Emilia’s expression softened, filling with affection. The walls Emilia traced with her fingers had marks on them that they should not have had. Every single one of the four walls of that cramped, stonework room was buried in many, many markings. The shadows from the glow gave those marks tangible shape. Emilia touched her hand to them as her chest grew hot.
gpt
Emilia:  “Hang in there, you can do it.”
human
Emilia:  “Puck and I are both cheering you on.”
gpt
Emilia:  “Once this is done, let’s go on a date.”
human
Emilia:  “I’m counting on you, Emilia.”
gpt
Emilia:  “I love you. That’s why I believe in you.”
human
Emilia:  “Idiot…idiot, idiot, idiot… Subaru, you…dunderhead.”