human
Subaru:  “Rem, do…?”
gpt
Rem:  “Yes?” Rem’s pale-blue eyes stared at him, as if seeing right through him as Subaru's breath caught.
human
Subaru:  Subaru shook his head, brushing aside such thoughts. "Rem, do you have any doubts about what I’m doing? I didn’t explain anything to you. Not about the Witch Cult, not about the traveling merchants…”
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru was painfully aware of how Rem had kindly indulged him in spite of his duty to explain himself.
human
Rem:  Rem closed her eyes but once at Subaru’s question. “Master Roswaal told me to respect your actions in the royal capital.”
gpt
Subaru:  “—” Subaru’s expression stiffened, the reply leaving him lost for words. “Roswaal…told you to…?”
human
Rem:  “Yes. He did not command me to do any specific thing, but rather, to go along with your plans in the royal capital, whatever they might be. I also planned do so as much as I could.”
gpt
Subaru:  “Roswaal’s orders…” Subaru repeats himself in his head, over and over.
human
Subaru:  Did that mean, in other words, that Rem’s actions to that point had not been of her own will? Hell, even her staying by his side at that very moment might not have been…
gpt
Rem:  “Subaru?” Rem peered at him, her shapely eyebrows drawing together, as Subaru fell silent.
human
Subaru:  “I-I’m all right. It’s nothing.” Shaking his head to flee from Rem’s gaze, Subaru gave a perfunctory reply to keep the peace.
gpt
Subaru:  Were all of these because of Roswaal’s orders…? Beyond that, deep down, did Rem approve of what Subaru was doing…?
human
Subaru:  Subaru swallowed down the acidic liquid filling his mouth, as paranoia brought bile up from his stomach.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru's limbs felt numb, his vision narrowed, and there was an unbearable, physical itch in his brain as fright and despondency raged inside his body.
human
Subaru:  His breath was ragged as he fought the urgent desire to crack his skull open and jab his fingers in to scratch at it. He didn’t want to think. About anything.
gpt
Subaru:  The more he thought about things, the more he mulled them over, the more he sought answers—the more distant his desires would become, the more his ideals would turn to fantasies and his dreams to hopelessness and despair.
human
Rem:  “Subaru, did you fall asleep?”
gpt
Subaru:  He hated it.