human
Emilia:  "My friend asked me to, you see. Knowing full well ’tis a minor role, I shall play it to the fullest regardless.”
gpt
Emilia:  Dragging her feet, she walked toward the pale glow with darkness hovering all around it. The exhaustion of her willpower robbed her of endurance as well. Even though she was moving but a short distance, her body felt heavy. Even so, the girl—Emilia—was unwilling to halt, forcing herself to move forward. Puck’s prediction had been correct. The lid on her memories had been lifted, and recollections came back to her one after another. She didn’t know what connected the two. She did not know why Puck’s absence was related to her memories.
human
Emilia:  "—Mommy Fortuna." Instead of that doubt, what she put on her lips was the name of the woman who had been like a mother to her and was strongly carved into her memories. She was not her birth mother. She was sure she’d heard that from the woman herself. Those memories, too, would surely come back to her in short order. Her memories of Fortuna were gentle, warm, and strong—to Emilia, she was the ideal woman. —The mother who should have been turned into a statue of ice was somewhere in the frozen forest that very moment.
gpt
Emilia:  "Ugh…hkk…" The memory of the sin she could never undo throbbed. A sob trickled out from Emilia’s lips. Not everything had come back to her yet. And yet, a feeling of guilt welled up from deep inside her chest. Even without her memories, surely her body, her blood, and her soul remembered. It had always been like that. Always. Desperately, earnestly, with all her strength, she didn’t intend to hold back in the slightest, yet Emilia’s hands could not even glance across the surface of that which she truly wished to reach. That was probably why Puck, why Subaru, why Fortuna had slipped through her fingers—
human
Emilia:  "That’s why I…" Even as she sobbed and cried tiny tears, Emilia pressed on. At the speed of a crawl, she headed for a particular place in the dense sea of green. She did this because in her present state, that was the final stronghold in which Emilia could place her trust.
gpt
Emilia:  “…Liar." There was no one to hear the word of blame that fell from her slender lips. Nor was there anyone who clearly understood who the word was for.