gpt
Natsuki Subaru:  This Natsuki Subaru’s path was unsightly, haphazard, and unsalvageable.
human
Natsuki Subaru:  “What a failure. An amateur through and through. Sloppy movements, too. No blessing, no techniques. I figured he had some knowledge to fall back on, but nope. Why did he even try?” Tormented by a powerful enemy, the boy had been cut down without managing to mount any sort of real counterattack. And around him lay the bloody bodies of an old man and a blond girl. He had failed to save either of them. He couldn’t so much as lift a finger.
gpt
Natsuki Subaru:  “Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly losing warmth, growing ever colder.” Finally, his stomach was cut open and his eyes were cut out. He wasn’t long for this world, and he spent his dying moments blind and clinging to fear. Right up until the end, he was cowering, trembling, terrified, pathetic…
human
Person_1:  “Hey, did you stab him?”
gpt
Person_2:  “What else was I supposed to do?! What if he ran away? It’d be a huge pain in the ass.”
human
Person_1:  “Stop it, dumbass! Ah, this is no good. That’s a deep cut. He’s gonna die.” What an easygoing conversation to have over the body of someone who’s collapsed. If he didn’t focus on such trivial thoughts, he would be forced to confront the pain of being stabbed in the back. He was astounded from the bottom of his ■■■■■. How masterfully he avoided suffering and protected himself. Truly, a pointless death. A dog’s death, of no value to anyone. A fitting ending, though. Why can’t you just pour all of yourself into every second of your life?
gpt
Natsuki Subaru:  Whatever. This world is over. I already knew that.