human
Oscar:  “If she’s in pain and I can reach her, I’m going to go to her no matter what transpires. I will never abandon her… Too much has happened already.” A girl’s anguished scream—from the dream he’d witnessed—flashed through the back of his mind. Oscar had no way of knowing whether that had really happened or if it was something that had been prevented. Yet when he recalled that shriek, it raked at his soul. If she were ever in that situation again, he wouldn’t be able to sit idly by, even if Tinasha had told him to. Oscar approached the witch, who did nothing to stop him. She only stared with those green eyes. He adjusted his grip on his sword, gazing into the face of the woman who so resembled his mother. Step by step, he closed the gap between them.
gpt
Oscar:  “Whether I altered the past or it was changed some other way, we are in the present, and that’s why I have to fight you. I have no desire to lose all I’ve gained.”
human
Lavinia:  “Even if it means warping the very fabric of our world?”
gpt
Oscar:  “Should it come to that, I’ll still keep moving forward from where I am. I have no other place.” Oscar said with a grin. After all, there would be no end to the corrections once one or two were made. Lavinia looked her grandchild up and down. Her clear eyes were a bit reminiscent of Tinasha’s. Oscar stood before the witch now with the strength of will he had accrued over his life. He lifted Akashia high and leveled the tip at the witch’s slender throat.
human
Oscar:  “I know how this looks… but I don’t want you to die. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking, though. I do tend to try having it all.”
gpt
Lavinia:  The witch sneered. “It certainly seems that way… How frightfully greedy you are. It wasn’t enough to have the curse broken? You needed the mage who did it, too?”
human
Oscar:  “It was your magic that brought her to me. Perhaps I should be thanking you.” Oscar shot back.
gpt
Lavinia:  The witch lifted one eyebrow. She glanced over Oscar’s shoulder at Tinasha. “She’s not much different from a witch herself. Should the two of you have a daughter, she would more than likely become a witch. Is it worth marrying her in spite of that?”
human
Oscar:  “It is.” Oscar replied immediately. Then he broke into a pleased smile. "A witch kid, huh? Bring it on. I’d love to raise one.”
gpt
Lavinia:  Lavinia’s cold mask dissolved into a completely aghast expression. She turned over her shoulder to throw Kevin, beyond the barrier, a look of horror. “Did you raise him to be like this?”
human
Kevin:  “For better or worse, this is my son…” Kevin’s apologetic response made the witch heave a deep sigh. She gazed at Kevin, then Tinasha, and then finally Oscar. Her lips quirked up in a sardonic smile. “Someday you might regret not killing me today.