human
Roswaal:  "Inside." Roswaal motioned to the open door of a bedroom beside him.
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Subaru:  Subaru turned toward Emilia.
human
Emilia:  Emilia nodded to him.
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Subaru:  Holding his breath, Subaru walked in. Here, too, the yell continued unceasingly, filling the whole of the room. Subaru entered, his eyes wide open, frozen from tension—and then he saw. It was an immaculately preserved room. It looked like a girl’s room with minimal furnishings employed to maximum effect, a reflection of a steadfast maid’s personality. Though Subaru had received an identical room, it felt different. For a moment, such feelings let Subaru forget the sight before his eyes. But the moment passed as the horrible truth crashed upon him, a truth from which he found nowhere to run.
human
Ram:  "AaaaaaAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaA—!" It was Ram yelling, tears pouring out, her deep sadness threatening to rip her throat asunder.
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Subaru:  —And there lay Rem, still clinging to her older sister when she had breathed her final breath. How many times had his mind gone blank from what he’d experienced? How many times had he come face-to-face with tragedy beaten into him? Wasn’t it time someone saved him from this? The blue-haired girl lay upon the bed, no longer breathing. Her skin was pale; her eyes would never open again. She was dressed in a delicate negligee that somehow seemed perfect on her. Subaru abruptly realized that he hadn’t seen Rem out of a maid uniform once. "Why did…Rem…" Subaru murmured, brushing his short hair back with his hand, he fell to his knees. His head hurt. His brain came up with the wonderful suggestion that the sight before him was all in his sleep-deprived imagination. This was his fourth loop at the manor. To Subaru, who’d already died and gone back three times, Rem was the person he was most wary of. "Then why…why was Rem killed…?" Surely it was Rem who killed Subaru, not the other way around. Suddenly, a little devil on Subaru’s shoulder whispered—maybe she wasn’t really dead? Maybe it was all a trick, a trick to make Subaru drop his guard? A joke in exceptionally poor taste was incomparably better than the nightmare before him being real.