human
Roswaal:  He did not understand what was wrong. He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t think. He looked around him. There was nothing he sought anywhere he looked. The book in which the future was written was scorched from flames, all in pieces. There was no one to tell him what to do. The clouds grew thicker, and snow steadily covered more of the forest flake by flake. The world was being repainted in ever deepening layers of white, and Roswaal, his breath frosting, didn’t know what to do about the increasingly cold body that lay within his arms.
gpt
Roswaal:  "In accordance with the book of knowledge, I have made the snow fall… What do I do now?"
human
Roswaal:  "Ram… Ahhh, that’s right. Ram." The sound of Ram’s breathing had already vanished. He touched her forehead. Her forehead was drenched with blood that flowed from the white scar where her horn had once been. Wiping it clean, Roswaal subconsciously poured colorless mana into the wound. It was simply that Roswaal subconsciously understood the only way to keep Ram’s life tethered was to gamble on Ram’s own Oni vitality. He never questioned whether to save her. Ram had to live. She was Roswaal’s fate. His last moments needed to be ended by her hand. For the sake of fulfilling his objective… For the sake of what would come after he fulfilled his objective…Ram had to live.
gpt
Roswaal:  "Teacher… I…" His mind felt completely lost. "I…I! What should I do, Teacher…?! Teacher…please tell me. I still don’t understand anything… Please show me the way, Teacher…!" Even as he tried to sustain Ram’s tenuous hold on life, his anger toward her betrayal had not faded.