human
Ram:  "If Ram fails to give any, Ram did not believe that it was appropriate.”
gpt
Garfiel:  "…I ain’t worth it, huh?”
human
Ram:  “From that sentence, it is obvious you prefer I had said something else. This is why you and Barusu are both hopeless. You must be smoother than that if you wish to hear a girl’s true thoughts.”
gpt
Garfiel:  “Ow!” As he lowered his eyes, Ram flicked a finger off his forehead. The blow was inflicted upon the scar on his brow, which he had a habit of touching. Rubbing that white scar, Garfiel rested his eyes on the sight of Ram in her filthy clothes. It was none other than he who had made them that way, yet Ram was exerting herself for him nonetheless.
human
Garfiel:  “Ram, ain’t no scars left on yer body? If there are, be my bride and I’ll…”
gpt
Ram:  “I shall not. Take responsibility for my scars some other way. —In the first place, you had a lot of cheek to do that, Garfiel. How you dare leave an injured Ram behind back there.”
human
Ram:  Ram’s harsh, overbearing gaze cowed Garfiel into silence. The anger in her eyes also held criticism for the end of their battle. Having knocked Ram to the ground and thrust Otto into a thicket, Garfiel, out of weakness, had not sought to settle things with their deaths. He’d hesitated against someone he cared for. There was that. But Garfiel hadn’t been serious against Otto, who he didn’t care for, or even Subaru. —Because he lacked the most important thing for a warrior: courage. That was why he’d tried to rely on his blood, turning into a mindless beast to avert his eyes from the consequences. His hypocrisy, for relying only at times like that on the blood he normally detested and cursed, made him sick. How could Garfiel protect the Sanctuary with one deceit piled upon another—
gpt
Ram:  “Garf…you’re an idiot, so thinking about it is useless.”
human
Garfiel:  “…Wha?”
gpt
Ram:  “I am not saying to turn into a beast and abandon all logic. I am saying that transforming makes you even stupider than when you try to think. It is far better to fight thinking of nothing with a completely empty head.” As Garfiel sat cross-legged on the ground, the irritated Ram’s assertion made his eyes bulge in astonishment. It was better to say that Ram, the victor, was gazing down upon Garfiel, the vanquished. He didn’t mind her talking like that, but was it really necessary to speak to Garfiel about things that might lie ahead? After all, he was the vanquished. A suitable punishment was sure to be forthcoming.
human
Ram:  “Watch out next time. After all, you will be fighting for Ram and Emilia hereafter.”
gpt
Garfiel:  “—Whaa? !” At a juncture where he expected her to pass judgment on him, Ram’s words shook him to his core. Garfiel’s face reddened. He clacked his sharp fangs as he digested the statement. “Stop messin’ with me!