human
Subaru:  A type of torture that only required a towel and water to easily evoke the hellish feeling of drowning… “I don’t know anything…!”
gpt
Utakata:  “Oh, Suu, you’re awake. Uu’s relieved you’re better.”
human
Subaru:  “H-huh…?” Hearing an awfully young voice for a torturer, Subaru turned his head to the side in surprise. In doing that, the towel slipped away, and he could see normally again. I guess I’m not being tortured. He could see the sky through the leaves of the massive trees above. And the thing that had been covering his face, blocking that view, was… “You’re…”
gpt
Utakata:  The girl who grinned at him as she answered in a high-pitched voice was the girl with the tips of her black hair dyed a pink color— “Utakata! Uu is Suu’s guard! Nurse! Babysitter! Thank goodness you woke up!”
human
Subaru:  “…Can’t say that really makes much sense…”
gpt
Utakata:  “Suu finished the ritual of blood! Uu and Mii and Hoo and everyone else were surprised!”
human
Subaru:  “…It’s coming back to me. Right, I had to do that ritual of blood.” He had embarked on the ritual of blood to have the Shudrak people recognize him as one of their own. It was a rite of passage into adulthood for the Shudrak, carried out in order to be acknowledged as an adult. Subaru and Abel, who had also been captured, had faced it together, and… “…No, I can’t remember the last half of it at all—I guess because I was too focused. If I’m still alive, I guess that means Abel took care of things…?”
gpt
Utakata:  “—? You don’t remember? Mii burst out laughing.”
human
Subaru:  “What, at how pathetic I looked? Give me a break… Argh.” Grimacing as Utakata cocked her head, Subaru tried to sit up. But he felt something strange as he put his right hand against the ground. It felt strange. And not because of the floor—because of something to do with his arm. “…Um, Utakata? Did, uh, something happen to my right arm?”
gpt
Utakata:  “Your arm? Yeah, it was incredible! It was all messy and then it was like, whoosh.”
human
Subaru:  “Messy and then whoosh?!” Subaru’s eyes widened at that unsettling description. Taking a few deep breaths, he prepared his heart, bracing himself. First, he turned his head toward his left arm. Three broken fingers. It hurt, but it was a relief to see them. And then he slowly turned his eyes to his right hand… “…The hell is that?” It was in such a weird state that for a moment, he thought he was looking at something else entirely. To begin with, ever since his fight with the Archbishop of Lust in Pristella, there had been a hideous, black, mottled pattern on his right arm. Capella had claimed her blood was mixed with dragon’s blood and splashed it on Subaru and Crusch both. As a result, Crusch had suffered an unhealable affliction, and Subaru’s right arm and leg had taken on this dark mottled pattern, as though he had absorbed the hideous blood that ran through Capella’s veins.