human
Subaru:  Subaru was an unredeemable person, unable to take care of even the things that were within his reach. He couldn’t even save just the people he wanted to save. He couldn’t break free from his inadequacy, his immaturity.
gpt
Subaru:  Hadn’t he sworn to change? To stop being such a fool? Hadn’t he decided to act cool? The part of him that was weak and the part of him that didn’t want to be weak anymore warred inside him. He’d made a vow—a vow to the girl who had chosen him to be her hero. He could not go back on that vow. He had to challenge death, to desire death, to face death head-on.
human
Subaru:  —If she knew of this, would she be happy? Would she be sad? —What would she think of Subaru, who she’d wished to be her hero? He couldn’t think about it. He couldn’t know about it. This was a dangerous line of thought. Subaru Natsuki was fine with that. He did not think of himself as a person anyone would miss. He was not a human being with that kind of worth. Subaru’s life was an expendable commodity. And so, like any other resource, all he needed to do was use it, and use it as much as necessary to make sure he reached the end. It was simple. In order to gain something valuable, something worthless would be exhausted. It was only natural. The decision was so obvious, anyone would do the same, wouldn’t they?
gpt
Subaru:  All Subaru had was his life. He would save the lives of precious people who needed to be saved, lives that would never return. If he could manage that at least, Subaru could—
human
Subaru:  "What happened in the second Trial…? What did you see…?"
gpt
Subaru:  Trial. —Trial. Trial, "Trial." Trialtrialtrial, Trialtrialtrialtrial, Trial—?
human
Subaru:  Shock and insufficient oxygen had severely dulled his mind. His vision was finally becoming indistinct, and the world began to flash red. White noise like television static filled his thoughts. Subaru hazily considered that the end was near. The end would finally come. With this, how many times would he have greeted death? It was annoying to count, but that was fine. Sooner or later, he would confront death so many times that he’d be tired of counting anyway. He didn’t think the human mind could withstand remembering the number of deaths it had experienced. He readied his heart into steel. A heart of steel that would not be swayed by anything—
gpt
Subaru:  Finally, Subaru’s consciousness slowly, gently melted into the darkness—