human
Ram:  Ram stood protectively in front of Patrasche, who was coughing up blood. With slow, deliberate movements, Patrasche dragged her big body forward and carefully grabbed the collar of Rem’s dress with her mouth before she started to leave the battlefield. However…
gpt
Lye:  "That’s no good, Sister. That’s an important hors d’oeuvre… Before we can serve the entrée, we need to prepare all the fixings, right?”
human
Ram:  “—Die.” She stepped forward with a foot that was just about the same size as a person’s head and pointed her palm at the face of the person raving like a madman. The swirling blades of wind she summoned were a small storm that held the force to shred Lye from the neck up.
gpt
Ram:  Ram was done holding back. Her plan to interrogate him instead of killing him to find a way to retrieve consumed memories had put Rem in danger and gotten Patrasche badly wounded, to boot. Given that deranged statement she just heard, Ram concluded the odds of getting a straight answer from Lye were low. On every level, this was the correct choice. Defeat Lye and relieve Subaru of the burden he was currently carrying for her. Then she would return Patrasche and Rem to the green room before going to aid someone else. That was obviously what she should do. And as she was thinking that—
human
Ram:  Ram’s eyes widened just as the storm was about to shred Gluttony’s face. It was nothing major. Merely a change in Lye’s appearance. However, it was a change that Ram couldn’t ignore. The face that had so many different distinguishing traits was now sporting a single white horn on its forehead.
gpt
Lye/Rem:  “Sister.” For a brief moment, Lye spoke in a voice that Rem might have had, with a face that was identical to hers.
human
Ram:  Ram’s face froze, and Lye’s massive arm landed a clean hit on her.
gpt
Ram:  It wasn’t fatal. But it wasn’t so light that she could be optimistic, either. Her brain had been rattled, and there was blood trickling from her nose. Ram knew she had taken a tremendous amount of damage. Her wobbly legs made that painfully obvious. And the one who had hurt her was the sweet, blue-haired girl with a gentle smile. By virtue of some sick joke, there were three identical faces in the room.
human
Lye/Rem:  “Cry, Sister.” There was a trace of a plea in her voice and a tear in her faint blue eyes as the fist came down. Ram felt every blow in the marrow of her bones, or perhaps it reached somewhere deeper, like her soul.
gpt
Lye/Rem:  “Rage, Sister.” When she bent over after a hit to her stomach, Rem was perfectly lined up for the uppercut that landed on her jaw. She managed to not bite her tongue, but then another punch caught her in the stomach. As she reeled from this hit, she caught an elbow to the head.
human
Lye/Rem:  “Laugh, Sister.” The affection in that voice tore at Ram’s heart with every word.