human
Priscilla:  "A petty bourgeois like me just can’t understand a princess’s sense of money.” Priscilla and Al engaged in casual master-servant banter.
gpt
Subaru:  As Subaru watched, he subtly let out a long sigh.
human
Subaru:  “You knew who I was with yesterday, then?”
gpt
Priscilla:  “It would seem she attempted to conceal herself with some pathetic rags. The way she hid in a nook along the street suited her public image very nicely.”
human
Subaru:  “Why, you. There’s things you say and things you don’t…” Subaru was unable to conceal his indignation at Priscilla’s mockery of Emilia.
gpt
Al:  “Hey, lay off, bro. I only just got her to chill out on the spilling blood stuff.”
human
Al:  As Subaru stood up, Al drew his crescent sword and touched the thick of the blade against the bottom of Subaru’s chin. One step farther and Subaru’s head would roll from his shoulders. "You get how Princess is by now, right? That’s her default mode, so just be the bigger man and accept it. If you don’t… Well, you chose wrong.”
gpt
Subaru:  “For a one-armed guy, you’re pretty handy with that thing.”
human
Al:  “I’ve lived longer with one than with two. People adapt.”
gpt
Subaru:  Unable to see Al’s face to judge whether he was joking, Subaru clicked his tongue and backed off a step. Accepting this, Al twirled his razor-sharp weapon and returned it to its sheath. Subaru sat back down in his seat and calmed himself. He scowled as Al’s helmet made a satisfied shake, rubbing salt into his wounds.
human
Subaru:  Subaru gazed at him and broached the subject that had been nagging him all this time. "Is it too rude for me to ask where you lost that arm of yours?” He was pointing at Al’s left arm, the most distinctive thing about him. If he has trouble answering for once, I wouldn’t mind, he thought.