human
Otto:  But they could be managed with enough caution. That was something Otto had learned during his time out in the city before he joined up with everyone else at city hall. Because of that, the danger he faced was minimal. If he could not demonstrate the pride of a member of the team who couldn’t fight directly in battle now, who knew when he would get another chance?
gpt
Otto:  “…Heh, would have been nice if I could have at least tricked myself.” He clutched his chest, and Otto’s expression melted into a self-deprecating laugh as he felt just how badly his heart was racing. The Witch Cult, Archbishops, cultists—they were all things tied to terrifying memories for Otto. The events that had led to his meeting Subaru and everyone else a year earlier were just the flip side of how he had almost lost his life. He could not forget the fear he’d felt toward the Archbishop then, no matter how he tried. He could not forget the Archbishop of Sloth’s sunken, dark eyes in the moment he’d thoughtlessly stolen away someone else’s life. He would never forget the image of the mad fanatics who’d offered up their own flesh in accordance with his orders without any thought of pain or suffering. He could not forget the silence that had filled the world around him as he pleaded for someone, anyone to help him. He had never been more terrified than in that moment. He had never feared the void as he had then. Facing off against Garfiel, running away from the Bowel Hunter, and being attacked by a mob of demon beasts all paled in comparison. —That was how dark a pall the encounter with the Witch Cult had cast on Otto’s heart. And yet, there was no mistaking that he would have to face that fear again. He had chosen of his own volition a place to call home where he would surely have to face the Cult again. He could not just leave Emilia, Subaru, Beatrice, Garfiel, Ram, Frederica, and Petra alone—Otto cared about all of them. He had never intended to stay in any one place, and yet somewhere along the line it had just become too comfortable. Even knowing he would encounter the enemy that terrified him the most, he could not abandon his home. If it would protect that place he called home, if they needed him to stand beside them, then he would stifle his fear and support them in all the ways they could not support themselves. Because of that—
human
Otto:  “No matter what it takes, I have to take care of my job myself.” His words were to reinforce his fearful heart and also a warning for the enemy to hear.
gpt
Otto:  Otto stopped moving. There was a small figure standing in front of him. There was a stone bridge over a canal just ahead, and on the other side was a plaza, where the small figure was standing.