human
Narration:  Reust had asked the witch to come back the next day, but in truth he hadn’t actually expected that she would. Against all expectations, however, she did indeed return the following night and the one after. She floated beneath the moon, seemingly just out of reach. Each time she visited, she explained to Reust how foolish it was to discriminate against others. Sometimes she used roundabout comparisons, while other times she was more direct and brought home how truly hurtful it was. Not once did she look down on Reust or plead with him. Her voice remained ever calm and plain. The witch never remained too long, either. When she was finished answering his questions, she vanished. Reust never wanted their time to end, though. Each night he would insist, “If you don’t come tomorrow, I’ll send out the troops.”
gpt
Reust:  “If you don’t come tomorrow, I’ll send out the troops.”
human
Narration:  How much better would it have been if he could have said, I want to see you again; I want to talk with you? Unfortunately, the woman he longed to see was a despicable mage of an enemy country. Saying such a thing was tantamount to betraying the history of Tayiri. Reust absolutely refused to cross that line, even if he’d been the one to set it for himself. Despite that, even Reust himself could tell he was wavering.