human
Ram:  This was the vow sworn between Ram and Roswaal, undiluted in the nine years since its forging—
gpt
Roswaal:  "So the time has come, then. Certainly, the flow of this world goes astray of my desired path. And thus, the vow comes into force…meaning that I, having lost my desire, am to offer myself to you as promised."
human
Roswaal:  Roswaal was resolved to offer up the entirety of his very long life in order to arrive at the result recorded within the magic tome—so much that, if he should fail, living would lose all meaning.
gpt
Roswaal:  "If I was to become a hollow shell, you may do with me as you please. Such I did promise, yes?"
human
Ram:  "Whether you live or die is up to Ram."
gpt
Roswaal:  "Yes, that was it… After the passage of nearly ten years, you might finally fulfill your retribution."
human
Roswaal:  Reconfirming the vow he could not possibly have forgotten, Roswaal drew a black book out from his pocket.
gpt
Ram:  Setting eyes upon the black-bound book, Ram knew with one glance that this was the abominable book of prophecy. This was the book of knowledge, the continued pursuit that was Roswaal’s very reason to go on. It was the magic tome she had sworn to destroy long ago.
human
Roswaal:  "To you, this must have been a long, long, bitter time, I imagine."
gpt
Roswaal:  ""
human
Roswaal:  "After all…you were forced to pledge loyalty against your will and spend your days with the man who caused the destruction of your homeland. Even if, without your horn, your body required my support in order for you to live, it must have been exceedingly agonizing. I am sorry to have acted as if it is not my affair."
gpt
Roswaal:  His tone of voice was dry of emotion as Roswaal defined Ram’s very existence.
human
Ram:  The cause of her homeland’s destruction—those words revived a memory and, with them, pain within Ram’s chest. She recalled her home village set aflame, the wails of her brethren, her family seeking rescue as they perished. The Oni, said to be the mightiest of demi-humans, had no way to resist the power of brute numbers. Her people, few in number and assailed with malice that far outnumbered them, met their end in a single night, leaving none but Ram and “—” behind.
gpt
Ram:  Her vow with Roswaal was necessary in order to live thereafter. This was something that “—” never knew and something that Ram never told “—”.
human
Ram:  “—?” Ram narrowed her eyes, feeling disquiet over the throb in her mind and the gap in her memories. It was like a strange form of amnesia, like losing a memory she’d had until a short time before. She felt like she’d lost something she could not afford to, but Ram glossed over the feeling, acting like nothing had happened by sheer force of will.
gpt
Roswaal:  "Covering your vengeful heart with a shell of loyalty, you hid the flames of retribution that you nurtured within you while you served me. Even so, there was no more excellent pawn than you.