human
Subaru:  "In other words, even if we arrive tomorrow morning, that doesn’t mean that we’re any less likely to bump into them…!" Not knowing what they could expect made him grind his teeth hard enough that blood seeped into his mouth. Subaru glanced to the side at Rem, who was holding the reins and concentrating on driving. Once again, were they to encounter the Witch Cult, he’d have no choice but to rely on Rem. Subaru had thought of making clear beforehand that they might encounter the Witch Cult, but when he tried to speak the words, he realized that his voice simply wouldn’t come out.
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Subaru:  "—!" Just thinking about it sent a chill running up Subaru’s spine. Unable to endure it, he hugged his own shoulders. His heart rate quickened to a stupid degree. The urge to vomit seized his innards. The stress of his extreme situation had kept him from getting a wink of sleep. The physical fatigue was rotting his mind and body alike.
human
Subaru:  "This isn’t the time to get cold feet…!" Venting in a hoarse voice was the only thing he could do to drive away his cowardly emotions.
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Subaru:  "R-Rem… I need to talk to you ab—"
human
Rem:  "Subaru—there is a gathering of people on the road ahead of us."
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Subaru:  "Eh?" As Rem glared to the front, Subaru followed her gaze to see a number of silhouettes hovering in the cloud of dust. He gaped openly. Was it really the Witch Cult lying in ambush?