human
Petra:  She’d opened every single door on that floor in the west wing. And yet, Beatrice was not there. The battle was still raging. Petra had to find her soon, so very soon. If she didn’t, Frederica would…
gpt
Petra:  "Miss Frederica…!" Even though she had to keep running, strength drained from Petra’s feet little by little. Using her hands, which were shaking so hard that she could not clench them into fists, she struck her own legs over and over. She needed to rouse her battered spirit and continue the search for Beatrice. And yet, her courage was insufficient. Her tears kept flowing.
human
Petra:  "—Subaruuu!" When her weakness slipped out, Petra spoke a single boy’s name, as if clinging to it for dear life. To Petra, this was the name of the bravest person in the whole world. He was someone with incredible courage, who forced his trembling legs to face an opponent he knew he could not defeat. When Petra and the others from the village were truly in danger, when they really might have died, he was the one who’d rushed off first and saved them—and so she called his name. Even though, in that moment, she understood he wasn’t there to save her.
gpt
Petra:  "Subaru, Subaru… Save me, Subaruuu!"
human
Subaru:  "You got it. Sure thing, Petra."
gpt
Petra:  "—Eh?" Covering her face with her hands, Petra was trying to stop her tears when she unwittingly held her breath. Between her fingers, in her teary, hazy vision, there was someone right in front of her. This person was kneeling to match heights with Petra, who was crouching, meeting her at eye level.
human
Subaru:  "Sorry I’m late. But I’m here to help… I’m glad you’re safe, Petra." The person, who had a face with a familiar foul look, shot her a reassuring smile. As much as he tried to be considerate, his expression was not gentle in the slightest—which was why it relieved Petra to the very bottom of her heart.
gpt
Petra:  "Is that you, Subaru…? You came?"
human
Subaru:  "It’s me, and I came. I’m back safe and sound, all thanks to your charm, Petra." Nodding, Subaru lifted up his right hand—showing the white handkerchief tied around his wrist. It was pretty dirty, but it was the same charm Petra had entrusted to Subaru on the day he had departed. It was neither a hallucination nor a dream. Subaru had come back. When Petra reached out to touch his cheek, he gently guided her hand to his face and rubbed her back. His touch calmed her heart. She wanted to gently let her consciousness yield to the relief. But she could not—not yet.
gpt
Petra:  "Subaru, Miss Frederica is on the floor… There’s a scary person in black with a really big knife…"
human
Subaru:  "A scary person in black with a big knife. Yeah, got it." This fragmentary explanation of her features left Subaru nodding like he understood everything. Both understood the gravity of the situation. Within Subaru’s arms, Petra desperately pointed toward the ceiling.
gpt
Petra:  "Please save Miss Frederica!"