human
Subaru:  In making that determination, Emilia had asked Subaru to support her more than anyone else, and yet— —It had been none other than Subaru Natsuki who had underestimated Emilia the most.
gpt
Subaru:  “! !” The instant he realized that, unendurable shame slammed into Subaru, enough to make him want to die.
human
Subaru:  And so, without giving Emilia’s determination a clear reply, he had turned his back to escape from her and her concern, fleeing into the forest with the same feet that still carried him.
gpt
Subaru:  Once before, Subaru had hurt Emilia in a similar attempt to monopolize her at the royal capital. Of course, he had regretted it. Of course, he had reflected upon his sins. That was why he had returned, remaining by her side up to that point. —And still, Subaru had made the same mistake once more. He’d hurt himself in Emilia’s place, taking her burdens for her to pave a road for her to travel. He hadn’t changed. He’d just become better at hiding his wounds. He’d simply discarded his pride in taking her burdens for himself. In terms of inflating himself and putting himself first in line, not a single thing had changed.
human
Subaru:  “I…I just…waah? !” Out of breath, he lifted his head seemingly to gasp for air. That instant, he lost his balance, and his planted foot sailed into the air.
gpt
Subaru:  Immediately losing his balance, Subaru slid down a slope in the forest. Tumbling onto the ground, which was marred with dirt and fallen leaves, Subaru rolled and fell, spreading his limbs as he lay there on his back.
human
Subaru:  With his back pressed against ground so cold, it seemed to rob him of all heat, his breathing remained ragged as he looked up above. The sky was only visible through the gaps in the forest, yet even so, he beheld the light of countless stars. —The heavens were filled with gleaming stars, seemingly mocking Subaru, their stray comrade lying upon the ground. Surrounded by unfamiliar constellations, puny little Subaru was melting into the night. Fatigue suddenly pressed upon him. Once again, even more than his body, his psyche had been terribly worn down. —Return by Death, the Witch’s Tea Party, Roswaal’s true intent, Emilia’s resolve, and his very own shame. Too much time had passed. Limited time, the time left to him, precious, precious time was slowly ticking away. He’d been enmeshed in a labyrinth of swirling doubts, his heart eaten away by the gloom at finding no way out. Betrayed on every level, everything had backfired and been thrown back in his face.
gpt
Subaru:  What to do— What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do what should I do whatshouldIdowhatshouldIdowhatshouldI—