human
Subaru:  “I think you’ll probably worry about a bunch of things. I…can’t firmly say I won’t do anything dangerous. If push came to shove, I’d say it’s all pretty dangerous, because the girl I’ve gotta save gets herself in all kinds of dangerous messes.” His mouth moved rapidly. The information he wanted to enumerate, the words he wished to speak, poured out of him. “I think Dad and Mom are both gonna worry about me a lot. You’ve worried enough about me where you can see me, and now I’ll be somewhere you can’t. But I’ll be thinking of you no matter where I am, and I’ll never forget about either of you…”
gpt
Nahoko:  “Subaru.”
human
Subaru:  “I’ll never think I don’t wanna be Mom and Dad’s child ever again, and I’ll never hate myself again. I know those words don’t really let you send me off with peace of mind, but…”
gpt
Nahoko:  “Subaru.” Even Subaru no longer understood what he was saying when Nahoko called out to him from very close. When he looked up, his mother was standing right before his eyes.
human
Nahoko:  “Subaru—it’s all right.”
gpt
Subaru:  “…Wh-whaddaya mean, all right?”
human
Nahoko:  “I know exactly what you’re trying to say, Subaru. So you don’t need to try so hard to find the words.”
gpt
Subaru:  “You…know…? But how…!”
human
Nahoko:  “Because…I’m your mother, Subaru.” There was not a single shred of logic behind the statement. So why did it feel irrefutable? The backs of his eyes grew hot. He’d sensed the same thing only a few hours before. Just how many times would Subaru need to bawl like a little child? How many tears had to flow before he could regain an unshakable heart of steel?
gpt
Subaru:  “I-I’m like…a little kid here… So lame…”
human
Nahoko:  “If it’s lame to cry when you need it, then that makes every single baby born in the world lame as well.”
gpt
Subaru:  “That’s not…what I mean…”
human
Nahoko:  “Yes, yes, I told you, I get it. From Mom and Dad’s point of view, you’ll be our child no matter what your age, Subaru… When you want to cry, go ahead and cry.” The world began to blur. Tears came running out. Subaru hid his face behind the sleeve he used to rub it so his mother wouldn’t see it. Out of respect for Subaru’s stubbornness, Nahoko didn’t peer any closer. All she did was slowly stroke the short hair on Subaru’s head. As she stroked him, Subaru straightened his back.
gpt
Subaru:  “…Sorry, Mom. In the end, I can’t do a damn thing for either of you.”
human
Nahoko:  “You know, I didn’t give birth to you because I wanted something from you. I gave birth to you because I wanted to give. Subaru, your mother gave birth to you because she wanted to give you love.” How much of this, the very definition of love, Subaru had already received from her was simply incalculable. “If you really want to do something for Mom, take those feelings and give them to someone else.