human
Oscar:  “I wish I could have watched you all a little longer,” someone said, and Oscar came to. Evidently, he’d lost consciousness for a moment. It felt like he’d been sitting in this little gray room talking to an unfamiliar young man forever.
gpt
Oscar:  He didn’t recognize the other occupant, who was sitting at the empty table with him. Oscar sank back into a soft chair. His wife’s head lay in his lap; she was asleep and breathing peacefully, legs curled under her on the ground. Locks of her long hair swept gracefully across the floor of the chamber.
human
Man:  Calmly, though with obvious regret, the man admitted, “I wanted to save you humans. Isn’t it sad when a mother loses her child? I wanted to let her do things over. That’s all. I hoped to give all of you a chance to overwrite whatever mournful or cruel thing occurred, if that was what you wished to do.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Even if it drove our world to the brink of destruction? Sometimes you save one thing only to give rise to another tragedy entirely.”
human
Man:  “I thought that you humans would do something about it, should that come to pass. I only meant to expand your options and permit you to make repeated attempts, however many times you needed.”
gpt
Oscar:  “We didn’t need that. We’ll handle things on our own.”
human
Oscar:  Their back-and-forth had gone on for ages now. It felt like the same conversation had repeated for a very long time, but also like it had only just begun. All in the small windowless room was gray, like an endlessly rainy day. Tinasha’s rhythmic breathing was the only sound.
gpt
Man:  The man cracked a sliver of a pained smile. “You don’t need it? I thought you might say that. But our power already permeates the two of you. Now you can remember all of the lifetimes you’ve lived before, too, can’t you? There’s the proof. You’re just like the humans linked to that tool, but much more powerful. When you die, your souls will not dissolve back into the world as other humans’ souls do. You will keep drifting as foreign objects, divorced from your humanity.”
human
Oscar:  “Foreign objects?”
gpt
Oscar:  When he destroyed Eleterria, two forces—the artifact’s power and Akashia’s—poured into Oscar and Tinasha. A transformation capable of changing the world had filled the pair. No ordinary ending was possible for them. It was Oscar’s responsibility that such an unprecedented end had come and that Tinasha had gotten wrapped up in this. However, he knew that Tinasha would smile and say, “I’m glad we’re in it together.” That brought him both comfort and pain.
human
Oscar:  “If it all gets too unbearable, we’ll figure something out. I know she will, at the very least.”
gpt
Oscar:  As long as he had Akashia, he could at least free her.
human
Man:  But the man tilted his head at Oscar quizzically. “Are you truly all right with that?