human
Petelgeuse:  His undamaged left hand touched the beloved book within it. From his demeanor and actions, Subaru understood. That book was a Gospel. And as if to affirm his conviction, Petelgeuse thrust his Gospel text toward Subaru. “You are not recorded within the text of my Gospel. Therefore, who aaare you, and why have you fortuitously come to appear in this place?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Ah! So that book is called a Gospel! I see, I see, I get it, I get it. Well, you should have said so!” On the brink of a decisive rupture, Subaru made a grand show of patting his chest and putting a hand into his pocket. Of course, he didn’t have a single page inside it, let alone a book.
human
Petelgeuse:  “—” Petelgeuse’s pupils contracted slightly as they watched Subaru’s pantomime. His madness-filled eyes caused a countdown to destruction to begin ticking down in the back of Subaru’s mind. The numbers were proceeding with unusual speed; failure was surely close at hand. Therefore—
gpt
Subaru:  “Oh, my bad. So, so sorry.”
human
Petelgeuse:  “What IS it?”
gpt
Subaru:  “About my Gospel, you see, I…used it as a pot stand and it got dirty, so I threw it out.” —Therefore, this was the watershed moment. Judging that it was impossible to drag things out any longer, Subaru instantly brought the conversation to a conclusion.
human
Petelgeuse:  Petelgeuse looked taken aback the instant Subaru’s frivolous reply reached his ears. But when the statement immediately transformed to an insult inside the madman’s brain, his visage turned fiendish. “Proof of her favor!! Authority of Sloth!! Unseen HAAAAANDS! !” The madman screamed with a reptilian look as his shadow exploded—no, the shadow swelled up as if exploding, becoming multiple black arms that stretched toward the heavens. These were evil hands, imperceptible to normal people, able to destroy a human body with ease. The hands danced high above like serpentine heads, locking on to Subaru. The black, shadowy, evil hands snapped down like whips, the tips of their fingers aimed at the ground, shooting out at breakneck speed.
gpt
Subaru:  And a moment before those black tendrils reached him, Subaru beat a hasty retreat from the spot. “I told you before—if you can see ’em, they’re not that hard to dodge!”
human
Petelgeuse:  “What is this—? !”. Subaru had said it the last time around, so to Petelgeuse it was an assertion ungrounded in fact. However, the madman did not take the time to dismiss Subaru’s statement as nonsense. A total of seven pitch-black hands bore down on Subaru to tear him limb from limb. On bad, rocky footing, he leaped over them with legwork that could not be called pretty, even if one was charitable. With Petelgeuse to the front, Subaru leaped heavily to the rear, putting as much distance between them as he could. He did this both to escape the range of the attack and to get out of the way of the counterattack.