human
Roswaal:  “A demand for surrender, is it? Yes, I seeeee. Certainly, you cannot be faulted for misunderstanding a dramatic change as predetermining victory or defeat, I suppoooose.”
gpt
Roswaal:  “You’re saying I misunderstood something?”
human
Roswaal:  “Indeed I am. Just from bringing in a piece from beyond the game-board and removing Garfiel as an obstacle, you believe yourself to be in a superior position? Yet, as before, I have the upper hand.” Touching a hand to his breast, Roswaal repudiated Subaru’s assertion, declaring it completely off the mark.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Everything at present is as you spoke. And so long as that remains true, my advantage does not change. You have no means to stop me. This very moment, you hear the familiar footsteps of defeat drawing near, do you not?”
human
Narrator:  Roswaal was implicitly referring to his own scheme of dispatching assassins to the mansion. He was claiming that so long as the attack on the mansion and the existence of the assassins remained, Subaru had no chance of victory. Not in the Sanctuary, not in the mansion, would Subaru lose anyone. There would be no casualties—those were the conditions for Subaru’s straight bet with Roswaal.
gpt
Roswaal:  “That is the challenge you yourself proposed.” Roswaal advanced a step, unerringly striking Subaru’s inner feelings with his words. Given the height difference between the pair, Roswaal looked down at Subaru, peering into the boy’s black eyes as he continued. Mercilessly, cruelly, as if declaring a just and proper verdict, he continued.
human
Roswaal:  “What of the conditions of your wager? You have limited your greatest weapon to become an ordinary person.” Roswaal ploddingly continued his advance.
gpt
Roswaal:  “As ordinary as you are, what more can you achieve? What more can you undermine?” Roswaal continued even further, his words gradually growing more heated.
human
Roswaal:  “You will do nothing. You can do nothing. After all—” Cutting off his words, his two differently colored eyes contained identical rage within them as he continued.
gpt
Roswaal:  “After all, you—are garbage, lower than an ordinary man!” He raised an angry shout. Roswaal slammed simple anger against an incompatible existence. As a man who constantly lived with the apparition of his own death—nay, a man who could calmly carry on even while standing within a swirling vortex of death—Subaru Natsuki’s decision to avoid death seemed irrational to Roswaal, which only fed his anger.
human
Roswaal:  “In the end, you’ve made it this far because of that power that you’ve used as a trump card against whatever might come. In willingly tossing it aside to become ordinary, what can an untalented man like you do?! I will not suffer any who try to violate the sanctuary of feelings that have been carved out over countless days and months! No one! However many you bring with you, this cannot be changed!” Garfiel’s obsession with the Sanctuary was the distortion of ten long years’ worth of love toward his family. Emilia had a hundred years’ worth of sins—enough that she wanted to forget them, with feelings of guilt for having abandoned them piled on top.