gpt
Subaru:  For a moment, there was silence. Sensing the feeling of cold steel on his neck, Subaru let out his breath at the apparent fact that he would soon be sent on his way.
human
Julius:  “Sir Subaru, I am very sorry.”
gpt
Julius:  “Lady Emilia will probably cry.” The voices sounded distant and broken to him. Everything was vague, incomprehensible. There were promises. To never forget. To take something back. To definitely come again.
human
Subaru:  It ends here? Absurd! I cannot…not like this! Right when I have found a suitable vessel!