gpt
Oscar:  There was only darkness for as far as he could see. Oscar scanned the space, unaware of how long he had been there or how he had gotten there. The royal sword was in his hand, but he had nothing else. Within the boundless gloom, he could sense many wriggling things. “What’s that?” He called, the words serving to reinforce his identity, separating him from the squirming entities. He was a drop that had fallen into an inky sea.
human
Wriggling Things:  “All the same.” The wriggling things whispered. Resentment, resignation, and grief—they were all connected. They were all the same. So was this ocean of negativity, as well as whatever fell into it.
gpt
Oscar:  “I see… So these are people’s darker emotions.” The instant he realized that, his memories came flooding back. He recalled what he was. Readjusting his grip on the sword, he slowly turned to face the endless waves of negativity pressing on him.
human
Wriggling Things:  “Just go to sleep,” they whispered. “Sadness never ends,” they whispered. “We are all the same, so join us,” they whispered, reaching out for him with immaterial hands.
gpt
Oscar:  “Don’t feed me your lies. I’m different from you.” Even if all this wickedness had originated from humans like him, he couldn’t stay here. He would keep going. Resentment, resignation, and grief were not worth giving in to and relinquishing oneself to. He would not surrender to anyone.
human
Oscar:  As the scraps of darkness attempted to latch on to Oscar, he declared, “You’ll never have me. Return to your homes, you ugly things!” He slashed with Akashia, creating a rip in the endless darkness. Air rushed in. Many teeming invisible membranes passed through him, and the world changed color rapidly. He was riding a rushing torrent. No—it only felt that way. It emboldened him to step forward, regardless. With another slash of Akashia, his vision cleared.