human
Oscar:  The master of the castle walked in, looking sullen. “Don’t go out if you aren’t at your best.”
gpt
Oscar:  "Oscar…" He gave her the same warning as Pamyra, who bowed as she passed him and left the room.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha used magic to float over and land in front of him. She’d lost a bit of weight, and he picked her up like he would’ve done with a child. She touched his cheek as she asked, “Why am I alive?”
gpt
Oscar:  “Right off the bat, huh? If you’re feeling that good, I suppose you won’t mind if I grind my fist into your head for a moment.”
human
Tinasha:  “That really hurts. Please don’t.”
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar brought her to the bed and sat her down on its edge. Then he dragged a nearby chair over and took a seat himself. “I never had any intention of killing you. And it feels gross that you wanted to make me do so.”
human
Tinasha:  “I’m sorry.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Anyway, I’ve got tons more things I want to lecture you about. It’s likely to take half the day, so prepare yourself.”
human
Tinasha:  “…I’m sorry,” Tinasha repeated, hanging her head like a child getting reprimanded. Oscar reached out and entwined his fingers in her long, silky black hair. As it was freshly dried, it was still a little warm. The witch gazed into his eyes. They were a deep blue, and he stared at her just as seriously as he had before. Belying his harsh words was a look full of adoration that he lavished on her. An indescribable sense of nostalgia welled up inside Tinasha when she saw that. “Can I touch you?” she asked.
gpt
Oscar:  “Do what you want.”
human
Tinasha:  She floated up into the air and landed on her knees between his legs on the chair. Looping her arms around his neck, she pressed in close. She had always thought that loneliness was just a natural thing for her. When she finally found a way out, she plunged in headfirst, but then left it behind… The month and a half she had been away had felt like forever. Everyone assumed Tinasha was dangerous, and she’d never thought it mattered. All she’d cared about was waiting for the right moment to arrive. Once it did, she believed she’d finally be able to pay back all the people she hadn’t been able to save. To that end, she did her best not to pay any attention to what others thought, even if it wore away at her. That was why Tinasha had held it all in—everything she wanted to cry out. No matter how the irritation and self-hatred tore at her, she never let it rise to the surface. Even when that sludge of emotion burned her up from the inside and she thought she would go mad, she still told herself she didn’t have the right to express those feelings. It was much the same as her childhood spent living all alone in a detached wing of a castle. No one was with her.