human
Beatrice:  "No accomplishments or achievements… I have nothing at all…” Softly, she closed the book of knowledge. Beatrice slowly stroked the front cover of the tome that bore no title. She caressed it gently, enviously. Then she quietly spoke again.
gpt
Beatrice:  “Truly…it would have been better if Betty were simply a book.” Unable to indulge in even fleeting fantasy, Beatrice confessed her sad, painful wish. If only she could be a doll without a heart, a storybook unshaken by the passage of time, then she wouldn’t have to suffer. But she couldn’t. And so she grieved.
human
Beatrice:  “Sadly, Betty does have a heart. After waiting for so long that all hope and faith faded away, certain thoughts came unbidden. Were these fears and worries, I wonder? Many a night have I gathered my memories and clung to them, anxious that I might one day forget my mother’s face or smile.” Digging her nails into the book she clutched to her chest, Beatrice bit her lip as she glared at Subaru.
gpt
Beatrice:  “There were times when I was afraid of being alone and desperately wanted to be with someone, anyone. But as the years went by, everyone eventually left Betty behind. They all said something incomprehensible about how it was for something so important… Mother left! And so did Roswaal! Even Ryuzu!” Beatrice shouted, on the verge of tears as her face contorted. The names she shouted struck Subaru as he recalled everything he had learned about Beatrice back in the Sanctuary.
human
Beatrice:  “Betty…the spirit Beatrice…has always been alone, destined to be left behind by everyone else… But now I can rest a tiny bit easier, I suppose.”
gpt
Subaru:  “…Why? Why would you feel relieved that you might be killed by someone you know?” Subaru said, his voice strained.
human
Beatrice:  “The reason is obvious.” Beatrice responded to Subaru’s strained voice with a single nod. A fleeting smile came over her lips; it was one that showed a yearning for something that lay deep in the past.
gpt
Beatrice:  “Even if it’s only within Roswaal’s book of knowledge, the fact that Betty has been recorded… Does that mean Mother has not forgotten about her daughter, I wonder?” With a little smile, Beatrice spoke those words, as if they were some kind of salvation. The girl seemed happy, as if a death sentence written in the mystic tome left by her mother was exactly what she hoped for. As if she could find peace by dying at the hands of a man who belonged to the same household she had treated like family for centuries. After four hundred years of faithfully waiting and wishing, Beatrice was happy to finally fulfill her mother’s wishes, even if it meant death. It was precisely because she’d insisted on following her mother’s instructions with blind devotion that Beatrice couldn’t do anything but accept her fate.