human
Oscar:  He also wouldn’t mind just going back to square one. The two of them could battle the likes of a god. He was convinced of that.
gpt
Tinasha:  Eyes still vacant, Tinasha immediately responded, “But then it might get away…” Her face was pallid as she looked down at herself. Slowly, she pressed a few fingers down on a spot in the center of her body, just under her rib cage. Then she slid her fingers lower. The black fabric of her formfitting costume opened up smoothly like a knife through butter. Skin as soft as virgin snow peeked out from under the gap. Then her fingers stopped right over her navel.
human
Tinasha:  “It’s here. You can do it, right?”
gpt
Oscar:  “Listen…,” Oscar said in exasperation, having gleaned her meaning. Irityrdia was inside the crystal ball she’d swallowed. There was only one way to keep it from ever truly escaping. “Are you planning to make me disembowel you?”
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha’s plan was to have Oscar cleave her through and smash the crystal with Akashia. By using her own body as a decoy, the god could be slain. That was the only way.
gpt
Oscar:  The graceful lines of Oscar’s face were all twisted in bitterness, which made the witch laugh.
human
Tinasha:  “Disembowel? You’re the one most capable of finishing the job with minimal injuries. I’ll heal right away, so I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m used to getting holes cut in my belly.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Can you be a little less ridiculous…?” Oscar muttered through gritted teeth. It was true that Tinasha had experience with atrocious injuries, but that didn’t make the decision any easier for Oscar. Yet here the witch was, asking him to do just that, entirely naturally.
human
Tinasha:  “Take up your sword and win.” Tinasha gazed at Oscar’s sullen face and tilted her head. “Do you not think you can do it?”
gpt
Oscar:  “Don’t try to get me riled up, idiot. I’m just in shock at how shameless you are. Are you a cat?”
human
Tinasha:  “I’m not a cat,” the witch insisted. Complete trust shone in her eyes. No—it wasn’t even trust. Her gaze was saying, You can do it. To her, it was just a fact, not a matter of trust. She was handing her body, her life, over to Oscar without a single doubt. This woman was nothing but trouble, and that was precisely what he loved about her.
gpt
Oscar:  “Fine, I’ll do it. You do your best to dull the pain.” Oscar wiped Akashia with a cloth. This was the royal sword. It was meant for war. Its blade was not slender at all. But where he would be cutting bled out copiously even under the best of circumstances. He didn’t want to nick any other organs. Taking off his left glove, he touched her skin to make sure of his aim. He traced upward on her soft belly, and she shuddered.
human
Tinasha:  “Th-that tickles… Don’t touch it too much.”
gpt
Oscar:  “Don’t move around. Just try and bear it.