human
Tinasha:  She knew that he would always be there to help if he was able. However, Tinasha rejected that assistance. This was her duty, and she couldn’t share it with anyone else. She was the only one left who knew just how stifling the Dark Age had been. While shooting down the witch’s attacks, Tinasha closed her eyes. The young queen in her memory was telling her to refuse. Doubt led to weakness. There could be no faltering here. Tinasha had to harden herself and be ruthless. “Even what’s most important—can be forgotten.” Tinasha crossed her arms, and red blades shot out from them, arcing through the air toward the witch.
gpt
Lucia:  Lucia released luminous bolts to intercept them, but the red blades wove around the counterattack deftly and closed in. “You little brat!” the witch spat, and she teleported away. She wasn’t swift enough to escape completely, though. One of Tinasha’s blades cut deep into her arm, reaching down to the bone.
human
Tinasha:  The sight of the deep gash caused Tinasha’s face to scrunch up. If the soul inside her isn’t really the witch… Who was trying to kill her now? Who was the enemy and who wasn’t? Doubts snuck in, but Tinasha exhaled them, turning her mind away from those ideas. “I understand what you’re saying. But we’re in a different time period now. You don’t have to bear every burden all alone. Better to lean on me than regret it later.” She had to shut down her mind. “And I’ll share those burdens with you for the rest of our lives.” Tinasha bit her lip. She had never spurned solitude. It was her cradle, there with her from her earliest memories—a membrane that covered her always. It was natural to her, and she felt nothing about it. But the only time she had cried from loneliness and let out all the feelings she couldn’t hold in any longer, there had been a man who promised her it would all get better. And so, she had traveled four centuries to reach him. So why did she want to cry again now? “The mirror is an outsiders’ artifact. You are the only one who can break it. You have to go.”
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha didn’t answer, instead casting spell after spell dispiritedly.
human
:  “Trust me. I’ll figure this out for you.” Four hundred years ago wasn’t such a long time for Tinasha. She had been asleep for it all, so it felt no longer than a year. Every day since waking had been fun. She wasn’t alone, and she got to be happy. He really had kept his promise. “But I…” Tinasha’s eyes grew hot, and she closed them. No matter how happy her days were, she was the one outlier from another era who didn’t belong. She couldn’t forget that, nor could she change it. When called, she had to rise from her warm place and do what was necessary. She had to choose a lifestyle befitting her position. It should have been simple.