human
Tinasha:  Tears spilled from between Tinasha’s long black eyelashes. She didn’t know why she was crying, but it seemed to her that everything she’d carried with her this whole time was melting away bit by bit and turning into sobs. Tinasha sucked in a hot breath. "No matter how crude her spells are, normal people have no way of resisting psychological magic.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “I’m only going to be buying time, so I’ll manage somehow. I just need you to agree to it.” With a leap, Tinasha soared through the air. Razors came speeding for her, and she deployed an array of glowing spheres to block each one. What is the real witch like? She knew that these objects of the world’s fear and abhorrence were, in fact, just human beings. Yet could Tinasha allow herself to waver and to rely on him? Would it not be equivalent to weighing her country and a single man against everything else? The gamble was far too unbalanced. It was much safer to kill the witch here and search for the mirror afterward. Tinasha used her sword to hurl a spell and watched the woman offset it with one of her own, a look of loathing on her face. Pale moonlight flooded the grassy plains. With one eye on the beautiful vista, Tinasha thought about her missing spirit. Why was he sealed in the mirror with the witch? What did the witch mean to him? Tinasha had no answer at present. Still, anyone could be someone else’s salvation, just as one man had saved her. As long as they honored that relationship.
human
Tinasha:  “Lean on me. I want to repay you for what you did during the Druza situation.” His voice sank deep into her. She looked out over the rolling landscape that stretched far into the distance. Out here, there was no division between one time period and the next.
gpt
Tinasha:  “What if…you hold out until I break the mirror and the real witch returns to her body and tries to kill you? What would you do then?”
human
Oscar:  “I would kill her with Akashia. That’s its purpose.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “……” Just as Tuldarr was strong enough to handle forbidden curses, the Akashia swordsman was a match for mages. And witches were no exception to that. They were Oscar’s natural enemies. Similarly, Tinasha believed him the only one capable of defeating her. There could be no finer substitute for her. Tinasha wiped her tears. He had given her an option she would not have normally had, and with it, she would make a new decision. Words infused with power held the night spellbound.
human
Tinasha:  “I command all spirits who hear my voice. I give you two orders. One is to avoid death. The other is to treat the Akashia swordsman as your temporary master and aid him. Reply to me that you understand.” After a beat, eleven spirits voiced their acceptance of her orders. Nodding, Tinasha sheathed her sword and eyed the ground below.