human
Reust:  Sword in hand in the middle of the battlefield, Reust looked at the dauntless Farsasian crew and bit back a sigh. He had a habit of losing track of time during fights. One moment would pass in a flash, and the next seemed to lag. It was like wandering endlessly through a fog with no clear exit. As he crossed swords with a wave of advancing demons, he looked up at the witch on the stone platform. Even at this distance, her white dress made her easy to spot. She seemed just as beautiful as ever, even as she chanted her spell. Reust was so caught up in looking at the lovely lines of her face that a small magic spear grazed his shoulder. When he looked to see who had thrown it, he saw a very young mage—a boy, really—scowling at him with fear and hatred.
gpt
Boy:  "Die! Rot in hell, you monster!" The bitter cry was unmistakably meant for Reust alone.
human
Reust:  Tayiri had built up this hatred over the centuries. Seeing it right before him in the flesh took his breath away.
gpt
Boy:  The boy sketched a rough spell array, then hurled it at Reust. It became a fireball as it arced through the air, leaving a trail of flames in its wake.
human
Reust:  "Is this the result of Tayiri’s sin…?" Faced with a literal burning manifestation of anger, Reust choked out. It was indeed a terrible thing to deny others the very right to live as human beings. Both sides had been born with a twisted resentment of each other. Had the day come for that to end? Was an end even possible? Reust closed his eyes, ready to accept what came.
gpt
Farsas mage:  Before the fireball could consume him, it was dispelled by a mage of Farsas who waved him off casually. "Save the deep thoughts for after this is over, Your Majesty. Right now, our priority is surviving."
human
Reust:  "...Got it." Reust answered curtly, though not without sincerity.