gpt
Emilia:  In the garden, the silver-haired girl looked down at him. “Er, may I ask if you’re all right?”
human
Subaru:  “That kindness alone heals my wounds. That much is no lie.” Subaru slumped his shoulders as he spoke. Sent flying by Beatrice’s magic, Subaru had been rammed through the Passage and shot out of a second-story terrace window facing the garden, tumbling onto a flower bed below. He’d almost died from a domestic dispute.
gpt
Subaru:  “The theory that she killed me is getting more and more convincing…”
human
Subaru:  “Whoaaaa, three-second rule—! !”. Having been thrust into the flower bed for more like thirty seconds than three, Subaru leapt out. He desperately tried to brush the mud—and perhaps things other than mud—off him as he stood before Emilia at an oddly close distance.
gpt
Subaru:  “It doesn’t count! It doesn’t count, right?! That was yesterday and all!”
human
Emilia:  “Well, just think of it as: When bad luck is with you, good luck is not far away.”
gpt
Subaru:  “And Emilia’s already in Consolation Mode!” As Subaru wiped away small tears with his sleeve, Emilia, a bitter smile on her noble face, must have felt pity for him as she touched the pendant between her breasts. “—Puck, wake up.” The green crystal flared lightly, responding to Emilia’s call. The light formed first the contours, then the full image of a little cat that materialized and rested on Emilia’s palm.