human
Boy:  "But right now, it’s just me. I’m the one here speaking to you. People way more special than I am told me that I should do this. That there was a meaning in me doing it… My voice is trembling, isn’t it? I’m not the sort of guy meant to be standing in front of a crowd. I don’t have the words or the charisma to lead everyone. I’m weak, pathetic, and even in a moment as important as this, I can’t help wanting to run away…" His tone gradually sank, drawing everyone listening gradually to the depths of despair. His weak, hoarse voice grated on their hearts, which were already tortured by fear, causing their stomachs to constrict. If he had been somewhere they could reach, they would have wanted to shut him up as soon as possible.
gpt
Brother:  "Sister…" At some point, her younger brother had woken up, and he called out to her.
human
Girl:  She hugged her brother tight and held him close, desperately clinging to him so that the weak, penetrating voice from the metia would not reach his ears, so that he would not be crushed by that hopelessness and despair.
gpt
Boy:  "...and hoping that I can just plug my ears and ignore everything while someone else takes care of everything because I don’t know what to do…"
human
Girl:  "Nooo…" The girl closed her eyes tight, shaking her head, trying to keep away the grief and despair.
gpt
Boy:  "—But even so. Even with all that, I can’t run away from this. So I’m going to fight. That’s the sort of person I am." She could hardly believe what he said, his voice still wavering.
human
Girl:  "—Eh?" She opened her eyes and looked up, sure that she had just misheard him. She could not see the voice’s owner. But she did see other faces around the room looking up with the same shock she was feeling.
gpt
Boy:  "Let me ask you again: Where are you right now? Did you flee to a shelter? Are you hiding in your home?"