human
Roswaal:  “You won’t let the weakness consume you, right?”
gpt
Subaru:  “I won’t lose… I don’t want to lose!” There was a fire in her chest now. Her jaw clenched as an emotion different from anger welled up inside her. And she was not the only one. All around her were people swallowing that same feeling as it turned into an inferno of emotion. Just minutes earlier, all of their hearts had been consumed by unease, but now a different, fierier emotion was uniting them. “If the person beside you is special to you, then hold their hand and have faith. If your neighbor is someone you don’t know, then give them a nod and do your best to stand together. Do your best to fight so that neither you nor they break. And as long as you all don’t give in, I’ll keep fighting without giving up, too. I’ll fight…and I’ll win.”
human
People:  They were in a shelter far away from city hall, after all. No matter how much they raised their voices and shouted, there was no way their yells would reach him. And yet it sounded like there was a sense of relief in his voice, as if he had heard their cries, and his voice quivered as he made that declaration. —I’ll fight…and I’ll win. No one doubted he could do it. They absolutely trusted he could make it come true. Just like he had trusted that they would not give in to despair. They believed that the boy would be victorious in the most dangerous battle to come. How could they believe that? Because his voice was sure—
gpt
Subaru:  “—I am Subaru Natsuki, the spirit user who defeated the Witch Cult Archbishop of Sloth.” There was a stir when he revealed his identity. It was a proclamation that the girl did not understand, but the people around her did. The shock was enormous, but not in a negative way. First was astonishment, and then understanding—and finally hope and trust began to spread explosively, swallowing up the girl’s heart in the swell of emotions. “My comrades and I will take care of the cultists in the city! So please, trust us and keep fighting, too. Hold the hand of someone precious to you and give that feeling of weakness a good thrashing. And as for the rest…”
human
Subaru:  “…just leave everything else to me!” Voices cried out as a singular hope multiplied and spread. Looking down at her brother cradled in her arms, she could see hope lighting up his green eyes, too. Confirming that, she hugged him tight. His arms timidly wrapped around her waist, too, and she looked up at the ceiling as she felt the warmth of his hug. The boy who could not hide his own fear, his own unease, who could not hide anything from them, had sworn he would still fight, carrying the hopes and expectations of all the people in the city on his back until the very end.