human
Subaru:  "And so whatever you do, people will continue to spill blood, to die, to rob and be robbed.” Subaru’s teeth chattered, and he shook his head like a child in denial. Of course it was true. He couldn’t deny the reality of it. He knew that. But he couldn’t accept it. He had not grown up in a world that accepted it as natural. Even now, after this long in this new world, Subaru Natsuki’s principles were still that of a Japanese high schooler’s. "I do not want a hero. I would never cling to them, rely on them, or entrust my fate to them. Bearing everything and building a road toward prosperity—that is something a hero cannot do.”
gpt
Subaru:  "Wh-what… What do you want to do…?” His strength slipping away, Subaru sank to his knees, unable to understand Abel. We faced the ritual of blood together, and he was probably the one who wrung victory from the jaws of the demon beast. We meshed surprisingly well, and I would have said we weren’t the worst match. But I can’t understand what he’s thinking. Of course I can’t. —How can I understand someone who hides their own face? "What can someone who hides his face say…?”
human
Abel:  "My face, you say? Then I shall let you see it."
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru did not even have time to raise his voice in confusion. Hearing Subaru’s desperate, faltering argument.
human
Abel:  Abel put a hand to his own face, and then undid the knot holding the rags. Then the wind blew. Whipped by the wind, the mask flew off into the sky. It soared out over the camp that had become a battlefield, riding the wind into the distance… "It might even be carried all the way to the capital. To the city holding the throne where I should be seated." Abel watched the rags dance through the air.
gpt
Subaru:  Looking up at his bare face, Subaru quietly gasped. He couldn’t look away. There stood a handsome man with black hair and striking eyes. He looked several years older than Subaru, maybe in his early to mid-twenties. He had a stunning face, and, having spent some time in the jungle and the village, his hair was messy and there were blemishes on his cheeks, but even that only served to enhance his natural beauty. He had long, slender limbs and a lithe body, a fully formed fine figure of a man. But the most striking thing about him was his black eyes. And the overwhelming gleam in them, brimming with spirit, that could bring all who saw it to their knees. Subaru was already on his knees, and he felt like the reason he couldn’t budge from that position was not because of his wounds or exhaustion. He could tell—it was because his soul was yielding to the man in front of him. The reason for that overawing presence was…
human
Abel:  "Vincent Abelks."
gpt
Subaru:  "…Huh?”
human
Abel:  "That is my name."