human
Oscar:  And yet even so, it had looked like the witch was going easy on him during their battle. Oscar was struck with new awe over the fearsome power some mages possessed.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha gave an unhappy shrug. "Also, remind me never to fight you. I couldn’t bear to have you break all my spells like it’s nothing. It would be a waste of magic just to cast them.”
human
Oscar:  “Oh yeah? It wasn’t a walk in the park for me, either. I’d be dead if not for your help." He pointed out.
gpt
Tinasha:  “Only because you were up against a witch. We were lucky to break you out of the binding spell,” she said dryly.
human
Oscar:  That made Oscar recall the girl from the dream. He wound a hand through Tinasha’s locks and gave her hair a tug. “So that was your memory? You were pretty cute.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “That’s very embarrassing. Please don’t say that,” she replied, most likely flushing, although Oscar couldn’t make out Tinasha’s face in the darkness. She had definitely turned her head aside, and Oscar grinned. While none of it was new information, he now knew with certainty that he was the one who had rescued her four hundred years ago. He wouldn’t have been present in one of her adolescent memories otherwise. Thinking of the sobbing he’d heard, Oscar wanted to ask Tinasha precisely what had transpired, but he held his tongue. It was in the past. He didn’t need to force an explanation. If he ever needed to know someday, she would tell him. “Tinasha, I’m sorry.”
human
Tinasha:  “What? What for?”
gpt
Oscar:  “For what happened four centuries ago.”
human
Tinasha:  “Huh? !” she yelped. Dark, wide eyes stared at him. “Why would you apologize for that? Did you do something?”
gpt
Oscar:  “No… It’s just that, don’t you feel something besides gratitude to him? Or to me, or to whomever? You must be angry, too. Maybe you want to know why I rewrote the past or why I disappeared afterward.” Those were things Oscar desired answers to himself. He was grateful beyond words that his mother had saved him. However, it also made him sick to his stomach that she committed a taboo to do so, and that it had cost her own life. If only she hadn’t gone to such lengths, she would still be alive. Perhaps she should have thought of herself, too. He loved her, and he wanted her to honor that tenderness. Regretfully, Oscar could never tell that to the woman who saved him. It was different for Tinasha, though. She had him. “I don’t have my memories, but I’m still me. It’s been bothering you this whole time, right? I’m sorry for that.”
human
Oscar:  “You don’t have to be…” Tinasha gazed back at Oscar, a pained look on her face. Fierce pain and emotion ran deep in her eyes. After a long, slow blink, Tinasha flushed a little. “I lived a very sheltered life until I was thirteen years old.