human
Oscar:  Oscar approached his mother’s corpse and stared down at it. He didn’t know what expression his mother had worn when she’d died; he hadn’t seen it. If he turned her over, he would learn. Oscar snorted at the deluded notion. This hallucination came from his own memories. It couldn’t include something he didn’t remember. There was nothing to think about. Oscar sharpened his vision to a fine point, then honed it even further. Amid the darkness, the faintest outlines of interlocking spells revealed themselves. He took another step in, past his mother’s body, and swept Akashia through an empty spot in the air.
gpt
Hubert:  "Preposterous!" came an astonished shout. With a tinkling of shattering glass, the darkness ruptured. The plains returned. Oscar found that Hubert was right in front of him, but high enough above to be out of Akashia’s reach. "You may have called up a traumatic memory, but it’s part of the past now. Showing it to me means nothing, although I guess I do feel a bit disgusted. Once you’re back in your original body, I’m going to kill you." Hubert glanced down at the witch’s belly, where the tip of Akashia had grazed the skin. The moment Oscar had readied his blade, Hubert had fled instinctively, yet the cut had been too quick to evade completely. Hubert’s arms were trembling.
human
Hubert:  "Why, you little…horrid brat…"
gpt
Oscar:  "Go on, go on." Oscar teased as he checked his off hand to ensure the ring Tinasha had given him was there. Killing the witch wouldn’t be too difficult. However, that wasn’t Oscar’s intention, so he mulled over other possible actions as he looked to the sky.