human
Subaru:  "Just one step… I can’t even do…one simple thing…" —Perhaps he simply lacked the courage. Even under pursuit, he lost to his impulses, too indecisive to put it into action. His resolve and determination were so frail it was funny; Subaru could only remain on his knees and cry. He didn’t know why he should live, yet he was too afraid of death to die. Subaru wailed, clawing at the ground at how truly pathetic and unsightly he was. He continued to weep and mourn his own wretchedness until his endurance finally gave out.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru thought that the scene he saw while unconscious was a nightmare. He was in a well-lit room, at a dining table with Emilia. Roswaal was in the seat of honor, with Beatrice there pouring black tea to Puck, his head diving into a plate right beside her. Emilia chided Puck for kidding around at the dining table, and Rem wove in and out, performing her duties, while Ram attended to Roswaal, ignoring all else. Subaru just laughed. The others laughed with him.
human
Subaru:  —And so, he saw a nightmare full of happiness and warmth. It was a bitter dream, a dream that brought sadness and a sense of wrenching loss. His soul whittled down to the point of pain, Subaru’s agony made him forget to breathe.
gpt
Subaru:  "—" Suddenly, his face eased. He realized someone was holding his hand. The warmth conveyed to his palm seemed to push aside his negative emotions. Then, he saw a light. A white light. A dazzling light. A light that seemed to guide his consciousness back to—