human
Tinasha:  The first thing mages were taught was how to establish one’s individuality in the world, but she was a witch. Her distinctiveness wasn’t ordinary and neither was how she held her magic in check. She had undone it entirely. An almighty bundle of magical power was utterly defenseless. The god turned into mist and surged toward it.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha extinguished her blue flame as the stream of vapor closed in but did nothing else. The mist flowed right in between her red lips, entwining around her arms and legs and her waist. The phenomenon descended on her, trying to remove her magic from every pore of her body. The sight was bizarrely beautiful and yet completely sickening.
human
Javi:  Javi stared in shock, assaulted by nausea. In his arms, Elze fell limp.
gpt
Oscar:  "Dammit!" Oscar cried, running toward the witch. He realized what the piles of bones were. The mural had depicted smashed crystal balls and human remains. Long ago, someone must have used the same method to seal away Irityrdia. The process entailed using oneself as a vessel for a god—but humans were short-lived. So in order to prevent a god lacking a conscious will from going free after its human vessel died, a crystal ball swallowed internally acted as a medium to store the god. Double vessels kept Irityrdia tied to this holy ground. The old crystal balls—the god’s resting place—had shattered into pieces under the pull of the witch’s power. Tinasha had noticed the mist was sealed using two vessels…and resolved to do the same thing others had in the past.
human
Oscar:  "Tinasha! Stop it!" Oscar insisted. If she became a phenomenon that only existed to kill… Oscar would be the one to bring an end to it. He didn’t plan on burdening anyone else with that responsibility. Undoubtedly, that’s the sort of role the witch wanted him to take. Oscar had always chosen paths that prevented the possibility from becoming an inevitability, however. A beautiful witch. The symbol of the strongest, most abominable power in the entire land. A queen with no throne from an empire that fell long ago. Oscar knew if he let go of her even once, he’d never get her back. She’d glide away as easily as water. Ordinarily, the two should never have met. The slip in time that had allowed it would carry her off. That’s precisely why Oscar knew he couldn’t give up.
gpt
Oscar:  "Tinasha!" Oscar grabbed her shoulders. By now, there was no mist remaining. A wisp of white breath escaped her slightly parted lips. She looked up at him with empty, dark eyes.
human
Tinasha:  "Not…yet…" In a thin, weak voice, she said.
gpt
Oscar:  "What’s not yet?" he demanded, but he was relieved to see she was still conscious. She wasn’t lost. He could still get her back. Glancing down at her stomach, Oscar said,
human
Oscar:  "I’m going to make you throw up that crystal. It’ll be painful but bear with it." If he separated it from her, they should be able to take another tack.