human
Garfiel:  “!” Instantly, the gravitas of a full-fledged warrior dissipated, and the man—nay, the boy—opened his jade eyes wide, his inner turmoil plain as he gazed at Frederica from head to toe. “S-seriously?! Is that really you, Sis?! The Sis I know was supposed to be this smaller, thinner, gentle, and delicate li’l thing, wasn’t she?! This is closer to a big bro than a big si… Ogoah? !”
gpt
Frederica:  “You should not say such rude things upon meeting someone!” Frederica rammed her knee into the boy, who’d given her one glance before he started ranting. The single blow sent the boy to his knees. As Frederica saw him wail with a gueh, she noticed it…the white scar on his forehead. “You’re… Are you Garf?”
human
Garfiel:  “Don’t kick people before ya figure that out. That’s how the real Frederica would…gueh!”
gpt
Frederica:  “Do not go casually addressing your older sister by name.” In the middle of moving to get up, Garfiel sank once more from a backhanded blow to the rear of his skull. The sight made Frederica remember her younger days. Back in the Sanctuary, the siblings amused themselves not with toys but by fighting each other. With a nine-year age gap between them, Frederica’s larger frame let her win handily against Garfiel. It was as if nothing had changed since then. “No. Garf, you’ve grown so big…”
human
Garfiel:  “Right now, hearin’ that from Sis sounds like sarcasm! I’ll have ya know, I’m definitely gettin’ bigger from here on out! Ya won’t be lookin’ down on me forever!”
gpt
Frederica:  “Tee-hee, let me correct myself. Your body has grown a little larger, but you remain very small inside.”
human
Garfiel:  “What was that? !” Baring his fangs, Garfiel seemed ready to fight to prove his sister wrong. Despite the timing, this exchange with her younger brother after a separation of ten years left Frederica with an almost unbelievable sense of happiness. She’d always hoped that someday, the day would come when she could meet Garfiel outside the Sanctuary. This was probably someone’s doing. Ram? Emilia? Or perhaps Subaru? “Also, there was Master Otto, wasn’t there…?”
gpt
Garfiel:  “Ha! Don’t even bother mentionin’ that bro. The Migredo family’s bridge falls all the time. He’s in such a tough spot, even I feel for ’im.” Not that he was one to talk, but Otto’s face, dejected from so much being said about him, came to mind. He somehow grasped that the man had talent, but he just gave off an aura that made you want to mouth off.
human
Woman:  “Well then, may I finally interfere with your reunion, I wonder?” Interrupting the sibling conversation from another part of the corridor, the woman smiled thinly.
gpt
Garfiel:  “Well, ain’t that considerate of ya to wait this long. At the rate we were goin’, I was about to forget about beatin’ your ass and just go home. I don’t like poundin’ women much, see.” Garfiel made a gesture toward her as if shooing away a fly.
human
Woman:  “Oh my, how kind of you.”