human
Louis:  "—Oh, so you do remember something like this."
gpt
Subaru:  "Don’t! Don’t…!"
human
Louis:  "We’re not joking. If anything, you’re the one who isn’t being serious. You should seriously, earnestly love yourself."
gpt
Louis:  "Yeah, that’s right. Love yourself. C’mon, do it. Just like the people you cherish want you to. You need to love yourself." A torrent of superficial words in an insincere voice. Was she trying to make him understand something, or was she simply not capable of empathizing with people? Was she being artificial, or did it come naturally? Was she sneering at him or consoling him? It was all ambiguous. Everything about Louis Arneb was ambiguous.
human
Subaru:  "You…if you’re right, if that’s true…give me proof."
gpt
Louis:  "Proof?"
human
Subaru:  "Proof that the current me will disappear if I bring Subaru Natsuki back…!"
gpt
Louis:  "There isn’t any. None. Zip. Zero. Nada. Nothing. Not a single thing. Nothing at all… Does that make you feel better?"
human
Louis:  "You’re going around in circles, mister. We can’t talk about things we don’t know. We don’t know if our brothers would die if what they ate was returned. And honestly, we’ve never returned something we ate, so we don’t know. We ate it, after all." Louis opened her mouth wide, revealing a red tongue and seriously sharp canines, letting Subaru see all the way to the back of her throat, as if to say Look, there’s nothing there. Her red tongue dancing all the while she referred to stealing people’s memories and devouring them as “eating.”
gpt
Louis:  "So what will you do, mister?"
human
Subaru:  "Gh…ngh…" Dying was scary. Terrifying. But it was a different sort of fear from what he had experienced four times before when he’d died and come back. The issue weighing on his soul now was the potential loss of self. His existence hung in the balance. That was what death was originally supposed to be. If you died, your consciousness was lost, and there was no second chance. So maybe Subaru had no right to complain after relying on the easy choice that let him fix his mistakes. Maybe it was a supreme luxury to get to choose whether he would disappear or not. But it was his life. Placed in a position where he had to choose whether to snuff that candle or not, he felt his heart cracking with each passing second.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru had already died four times since coming to this world. They were all short. Thrown into an unfamiliar world, surrounded by strangers, and then visited by death in some difficult-to-escape-from form. Added together, the sum total of the time he had been conscious was less than two full days. It was a short, meager time. But in addition to those two days, he also had spent seventeen years in his original world. It had not gone well. Subaru had been shit at life.