human
Lanak:  "If there’s anything you want to know, you should ask Aeterna, not me.” Much like what had transpired in today’s battle, Lanak was sure that Tinasha understood more than he ever had. He was the only one who’d been clueless. “Aeti knows everything. Take pity on me. We were both potential rulers of Tuldarr, but I wasn’t powerful enough.” Lanak wished she’d stayed as the little girl he only had to protect. She was supposed to marry him; that was her role. Unfortunately, her talent and diligence had brought about a betrayal. If she’d only been weak, none of this would have happened. “It is because of her that Tuldarr came to ruin. She’s the reason I…”
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar spat coldly. "You abused her trust." His words concealed a frightening threat, and Lanak fell silent.
human
Lanak:  While the pale man was unsure of many things, he had a powerful hunch that he was going to die here. Lanak’s long life, a journey bereft of joy, was coming to its end.
gpt
Oscar:  With indifference in his tone, Oscar asked another question. "What did you feel when you cut her open?”
human
Lanak:  "…Ha.” Lanak’s face twisted into something resembling a smile. He only remembered that it was a lurid, ghastly sight. He could hear her voice as she screamed and begged him to save her. Her blood and entrails had gushed up from her little body. The nauseating stench tickled his nose even now. Lanak could still feel her innards in his hands, and he glanced down at his empty palms. Compassion, jealousy, denial, longing, and hatred. The names he gave to the lakes were the only feelings Lanak had ever felt toward her. She was the woman who controlled his life and whose life he should have controlled. In truth, he had loved her. She had reached out to him with such innocence, and he’d only wanted to cherish her. He simply never had the power to make that happen. That was why…he’d wanted his power to exceed hers. “Lanak, stay with me. Don’t leave me alone.”
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Lanak:  “It’s all right, Aeti. I’ll protect you.” Someday, he’d awaken from that fleeting dream. The illusory vision of the past that had so consumed Lanak for over four hundred years was now finally giving way to reality. …He was sure that she would never look back at him again. Lanak had been the one who’d perished that terrible night at the altar. In the throes of his demise, he’d ripped the purest part from his beloved. The pallid man looked up with a crooked smile on his lips. “I wasn’t thinking about anything. She was just a tool.” Perhaps that’s why he didn’t need to say her name anymore. Lanak closed his eyes, shutting out all feeling. Akashia bore down on him, and in his final moments, Lanak whispered her name one last time.