human
Garfiel:  He considered the empty replicas to be different beings as well. As an Apostle of Greed, he had the right to issue commands to the replicas. He felt no pangs of guilt from employing that right to make the replicas do as he told them. They looked the same, but they were different. He considered Ryuzu and Shima to be his grandmother while the other replicas were nothing more than dolls. This was a firmly held thought inside Garfiel. He told himself that one’s true nature was on the inside. He told himself that this was the truth.
gpt
Garfiel:  That was why, when he spotted Ram leisurely loitering in the middle of the night, Garfiel’s heart beat fast.
human
Garfiel:  "Heya, Ram. It’s dangerous goin’ for a nighttime stroll at an hour like this.”
gpt
Ram:  “—I suppose so. There are many dangerous nocturnal beasts roaming about, such as Barusu or Garf.” Ram, enveloped by the moonlight, turned around and narrowed her eyes as Garfiel called out to her.
human
Garfiel:  “What a sharp-tongued girl. That’s good about you, but…”
gpt
Garfiel:  Normally, there ought to have been no reason for her to be in the area, so of course, it was unnatural for him to run into Ram here.
human
Ram:  "Out for a stroll. After all, Barusu should be right at Lady Emilia’s side right about now.”
gpt
Garfiel:  “…All right to leave her to him…? Isn’t takin’ care of her part of yer job, Ram?”
human
Ram:  “A job consisting only of holding her hand on a night of worry is something even Barusu can handle. Besides, he wants to do it, so I pushed the responsibility onto him. Win-win. Is there a problem?” With her facial features composed, Ram boldly shrugged her shoulders.
gpt
Garfiel:  Unable to summon a retort to her gesture, Garfiel copied her and shrugged his shoulders, too.
human
Garfiel:  Emilia had lost her spirit, the center of her mental support. Staying by her side was the black-haired boy with the Witch’s miasma hovering about him. —It certainly did not give him a good impression of either, but…
gpt
Garfiel:  “…Looks like this ain’t gonna work out, huh…” Judging from the abandoned Trial and from her state the night before, Garfiel didn’t think Emilia could overcome the Trial. He sympathized with the sight of her breaking into tears, crushed by her past. Of course she had failed. The past was something you regretted, but could not change. There was no way to win against regret.
human
Garfiel:  "Ram, do you have any regrets?” Abruptly, Garfiel put into words something heavy that rested inside him. That hateful Trial was a collection of malice that made you vividly relive the regrets that haunted your heart. But would that even work on someone who had no regrets?
gpt
Ram:  “Why, all of a sudden?”