human
Subaru:  Seeing the sliding screen partition for what had been dubbed the tearoom, Subaru felt his Japanese spirit throb. What a calculating use of the Japanese spirit, he mused, but such casual thoughts lasted for only a few seconds.
gpt
Joshua:  “I am sorry, honored guest. May I leave some other guests here until the rest of your party returns?” Apparently, someone else was already in the tearoom, and Joshua was addressing him through the screen. When he did so, there were obvious signs of someone stirring within.
human
???:  “—Feel free. I am doing nothing here except gathering dust.”
gpt
Subaru:  When the sound of the replying voice reached his ears, Subaru furrowed his brow; then surprise set in. It was a familiar voice, one difficult to ever forget. More importantly, he’d been thinking of the man only a moment prior. Subaru seemed to be the only person in that place who was surprised— No, Reinhard was the sole exception among the others. His soft visage hardened ever so slightly, and bewilderment entered his blue eyes. Not noticing that hesitance, Joshua slid the screen to the side. The paper screen door opened, revealing the small interior of the so-called tearoom. Then the individual kneeling in a traditional fashion upon a square cushion turned his tranquil eyes toward them—
human
Wilhelm:  “—Grandfather.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “Reinhard?” The initial voices of grandfather and grandson overlapped. This was an unexpected reunion between the Sword Saint and the Sword Devil of the famed Astrea family.