human
Subaru:  "I mean, yeah, we can do that, if you’re all right with everyone in the village being dead by morning.” Even as he said it, Subaru was well aware of how cruelly he’d put it.
gpt
Subaru:  Rem was just trying to do her job and minimize the risks to the people at the mansion. It was natural for her to think that way, and he had no intention of blaming Rem for it. But there came a time when you had to make a choice, no matter how much you tried to push it away. And Subaru knew only too well that the greatest regret came from choosing not to choose at all. "Rem, let’s go. We’ve got to do something.”
human
Rem:  "Why are you that determined to…? Subaru, what connection do you have to the vill—” Perhaps it was her still being unsure about his judgment, but it was the first time Subaru had heard Rem murmur in a feminine fashion.
gpt
Subaru:  Here was Rem, prim and proper through thick and thin, uttering such soft complaints. If he was being honest, Subaru would’ve said he was scared to go forward. His legs were trembling from fatigue, but from another reason as well. Who could have blamed him if he’d displayed the face of a coward he was desperately keeping concealed? But Subaru slapped his own cheeks to make his heart forget its slide toward weakness and escape. “—Petra wants to be a clothing maker in the capital when she grows up.”
human
Rem:  “…Ah?”
gpt
Subaru:  “Luca wants to follow in the footsteps of his dad, the top woodcarver in the village. Mildo wants to make a wreath from flowers from all the flower beds and give it to his mom as a present…”
human
Rem:  "—”
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru recalled each face one by one in the back of his mind as he continued, counting with his fingers. “Meyna’s all happy because a little brother or sister will be born anytime now, and those brothers Dyne and Cain are both working hard to get Petra’s hand in marriage…” He let out a small laugh. Then he shook his head to Rem, who stood in silence. “I know their faces, their names, and what they want to do in life. I’m not some stranger anymore.” Subaru hated kids. They were noisy, rowdy, and they talked trash with no respect for their elders. They thought nothing of discourtesy or disrespect, were brash and unreserved—it was like looking at himself in the mirror. “But, Rem, I promised them I’d do aerobics with them again tomorrow morning.”
human
Subaru:  Subaru had thought the same things during the loop on the first day after his summoning. It’d be easier just to let things go. But he ran forward because he couldn’t. He looked at Rem. She was conflicted. She hesitated. Looking weak, powerless, about to break out in tears—that was Subaru’s job. Seeing her looking weaker than he, Subaru resented himself for hardening his resolve.