human
Emilia:  "So I thought all over again…families need to be together." Emilia touched her own chest as if looking for something, stroking the dim crystal hanging from her neck.
gpt
Emilia:  "I want to return you to your families. That is…not a promise I made in that village, but it is something I swore to myself. That is what I want to fulfill. That’s all."
human
Emilia:  "I haven’t really thought much about…maintaining your support and so on. But, if possible, I’d like everyone to…no, err, rather, I want to…get along with all of you." At the very, very end, Emilia’s words weakened, and the pace of her speech slowed.
gpt
Emilia:  The silence continued for seconds, perhaps tens of seconds…
human
Villager:  "Lady Emilia."
gpt
Emilia:  “…Y-yes?”
human
Villager:  "We know this is very selfish of us to say—however, please take good care of us."
gpt
Emilia:  For a moment, Emilia looked like her thought process had ground to a halt, unable to digest the meaning of those words. But when she saw the old woman’s head bowing before her, she finally grasped their meaning.
human
Emilia:  "Ah…I—I may be a greenhorn, but please bear with me!"
gpt
Subaru:  "No one says greenhorn anymore." Subaru gave a pained smile, instantly tossing his own quip on top of the obsolete language sailing out.
human
Emilia:  Emilia had no time to deal with it, for she was busy dealing with other villagers’ follow-up comments, engaging in scattered conversation.
gpt
Subaru:  Satisfied at the turn of events, Subaru distanced himself from the throng and headed to the entrance of the Cathedral.