human
Subaru:  Subaru coughed, spitting out clumps of blood. He rolled onto his back, faceup as he looked at the sky. He made repeated, ragged breaths, earnestly gasping in search of oxygen, the fuel needed for life. His heart had no time to feel shame at how lowly and pathetic he looked as he clung to life. Just…
gpt
Subaru:  "Am I…?"
human
Subaru:  "Am I…worthy of living…? Me, who can’t die…do I have…any value outside of dying…?"
gpt
Subaru:  Through Return by Death, he had saved people he held dear from horrific fates. Subaru Natsuki had believed his only value was in the results he had obtained at the cost of his life. But was it right to think that this was not so?
human
Subaru:  "Can I think that…a human being like me has value outside of Return by Death…? Is it all right for me to think that…the people I care for…care for me, too…?"
gpt
Subaru:  “…I wouldn’t know any such thing.”
human
Minerva:  Minerva gave Subaru’s frail question that very curt reply. She was in a terrible state. Her arm was shattered, and there were bruises from blunt trauma all over her body. But she calmly rose to her feet, gritted her teeth at those wounds, and regenerated herself. Doing this, the Witch of Wrath stood solidly on her own two feet, crossing her arms as she looked down at Subaru. And then—
gpt
Minerva:  “Don’t ask me what worth you have. But that girl wants you to live so much…plus, you saw in the second Trial yourself, didn’t you?”
human
Subaru:  “…But the second Trial showed me the mistakes, the sins I committed…”
gpt
Minerva:  “What are you, an idiot? That wasn’t to make you take responsibility for worlds gone wrong. That was to show you just how sad people got because of the results of your mistakes. —That’s your answer right there, isn’t it?”
human
Subaru:  “—hh.” They returned to the back of his mind. He remembered. He remembered crying voices. He remembered voices clenched in regret. He remembered strong voices sending him off. He remembered all the people sending him off so kindly. He remembered whispers of love from those who’d believed in him. He remembered the genesis, the trigger of his struggle against fate. He remembered a life that supposedly had nothing awaiting him. Subaru remembered he’d been invited into that world with nothing, with the things he was supposed to have falling from his fingertips. To prove that someone like him had worth, he had to keep struggling. And as he kept struggling to protect those precious things he had gained, he thought he had no choice but to walk an even lonelier path. I’d thought to myself, it’s all others giving unto me. Is it all right for me to think it’s not so?
gpt
Subaru:  "—People will cry for my sake? —People will lament their powerlessness for my sake? —People wish to see the future with me, together? —Precious people will give me the privilege of standing and smiling at their side?"