human
Roswaal:  She’d been caught. She’d understood, yet she’d been ensnared all the same. She’d known from the start. If she took that hand, if she clung to its warmth, she would never be able to return to those lonely nights again. Even though she’d rebuked herself, saying living by relying on warmth that would someday vanish was foolishness, even madness… That voice had called her. Those eyes had gazed upon her. That hand needed her. She should have known. There was no way that she could reject them.
gpt
Roswaal:  —Subaru.
human
Roswaal:  “Yeah, that’s right.”
gpt
Roswaal:  —Subaru.
human
Roswaal:  Subaru.
gpt
Roswaal:  “That’s right. That’s my name.”
human
Roswaal:  —Subaru, Subaru, Subaru.
gpt
Roswaal:  —Subaru!!
human
Roswaal:  “You finally said my name, huh?”