human
Subaru:  Subaru’s hand was rock.
gpt
Girl:  “It would seem that you owe me another abble, complaints about the method notwithstanding.”
human
Subaru:  “It’s not that! Statistically, people subconsciously keep their hand closed when they’re tossed into rock-paper-scissors without warning! Ugh, I’m such an idiot!” The strategist had been defeated by his own scheme.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru certainly looked defeated as he handed the girl her abble. —With this, Subaru was down to his very last abble.
human
Girl:  “Now, let us gamble for the last abble and bring this to a conclusion, shall we?”
gpt
Subaru:  “You wouldn’t show mercy on me and let me keep the last one, would you?”
human
Girl:  “All the abbles you carried belong to me. Leaving one in your hands is the same as leaving you all. It is all or nothing. That being the case, we may as well gamble for all the abbles on the final round. That goes for both of us,” the girl added, meaning it would be her ten abbles against Subaru’s one. It was truly emblematic of the girl’s ruinous, high-stakes way of thinking.
gpt
Subaru:  “—How about rock-paper-scissors for the last one, too?”
human
Girl:  “I have already made my decision. All that remains is for you to choose the method and present me with my abble.” The girl showed no doubt about her victory, nor any intention of letting Subaru go. In other words, he had no choice but to harden his resolve—to trap a Rakshasa by the vilest of means.
gpt
Subaru:  “Rock…paper…scissors!” The two called out simultaneously