human
Otto:  With his blessing of language unleashed, countless voices flew into Otto’s ears as he raced through the forest. The time Otto spent with his blessing perfectly lined up with the twenty years of his own life. But even in those twenty years, never once had he attempted something so reckless.
gpt
Otto:  "Bhh…!" A sharp pain ran through Otto’s head. Otto immediately leaned against a tree that was standing right beside him. When he wiped the sweat off his brow, he found there was blood upon his sleeve. A nosebleed.
human
Otto:  "Ahh, I didn’t know. So this is what happens when I keep on using my blessing like this. So this is what they mean by being difficult to use…not being convenient really places the user in a bind, doesn’t it."
gpt
Otto:  Gruffly wiping his nosebleed, Otto let his grumbles trickle out as he set off running once more. His gait was unreliable. But he could not stop using his blessing.
human
Otto:  "Mr. Natsuki…this will let you speak with Lady Emilia, won’t it…?"
gpt
Otto:  Everything that Otto desperately endured, from his splitting headache to the alarming nosebleed, was for this sake. He was not worried that Subaru would not find Emilia. He probably would find her.