human
Rem:  Rem withdrew the fingers she’d reached out to him with, looking over her shoulder as if she should discuss her misgivings with her older sister, but—
gpt
Rem:  "—No, it is not enough to trouble Sister over." Rem walked toward her own work space, trying to wrap up her remaining work and reduce the lingering ache in her chest in the process. 7 —I feel sick.
human
Subaru:  “Oh, Ramchi! Did you see me? I’m doing pretty well with a kitchen knife after just one day learning it, huh? Maybe my talent is taking bloom!” —I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick.
gpt
Subaru:  “Remrin, look, look! Right now, my fingers are miraculously imbued with the skill that makes such fine workmanship possible! The power of illusion!” —I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick.
human
Subaru:  “Meeting Emilia-tan really puts my heart in a jumble! It’s too sinful! I feel so guilty!” —I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick. He kept a smile nailed to his face as he continued trying to sound playful. He wrestled with his entrusted tasks full force, resolutely attacking problems with no fear of failure, and when he was done, he wandered around looking for more to do. He had to. He needed to. He didn’t have a single second to waste. It was like a video game where you simulated in your head every potential outcome to a particular event. He had to manage the event flags. That was his specialty, right? The more he encountered them, the better his odds. —I should be able to make them smile more. I should be able to make them laugh more. His actions were meaninglessly exaggerated. He tried to convince them he was an oblivious fool. He tried not to make them think he was useless. His head spun and spun, always weighing his actions. Subaru constantly kept watch for anything that seemed remotely out of the ordinary. He couldn’t let his guard slip for a single instant, never mind a second. —I can’t make a mistake. I just can’t. I can’t. Warning bells rang without pause in his head at repeating things over and over. Danger, danger, they announced. He hadn’t advanced an inch since reaching this other world, but he felt his sensitivity to peril, at least, had grown more acute.
gpt
Subaru:  “See, Ramchi? I’m not slacking off here. I’m totally doing so much work. Almost enough that my superior could just go back to her room and take a nap, you know?” He evaded the situation with an irregular approach, casually glossing things over with a charming smile. He wondered if he could really do it.