human
Man:  The man with the child appeared shocked to know that Oscar was about to intrude on someone else’s home. He beat a hasty withdrawal indoors, clearly thinking this wasn’t something he ought to get involved in.
gpt
Girl:  "Ayla? Did you cut your hair? Who’s that?" The little girl poked her face out from the house across the way, looking at the child in the man’s arms and called in an innocent voice.
human
Oscar:  Oscar rolled to the side and grabbed the child before the man could escape.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha seized the man by his neck with her ivory fingers and looked up at him with dull, coal-black eyes, her nails very nearly cut into the man’s flesh. "It was you."
human
Oscar:  "Don’t kill him, Tinasha," Oscar demanded, the child in his arms limiting his movements.
gpt
Tinasha:  "What were you doing with those daggers? Were you experimenting with different spells depending on the soul?"
human
Man:  "N-no…"
gpt
Tinasha:  "Then were you practicing? The daughter’s soul stuck to the weapon better than the mother’s and the mother’s more than the father’s. Did you think the next one would go even better?"
human
Man:  “…Ngh, ah…” The man’s breathing grew faint, and he began thrashing around like a drowning man.
gpt
Tinasha:  The witch had silently lifted him off the ground, her jet-black hair swaying all around her. The primal urge to kill was pouring off her in waves, dominating the surrounding atmosphere.
human
Oscar:  "Are you listening, Tinasha? Don’t kill him yet. I want to hear what he has to say."
gpt
Tinasha:  "There’s no point in letting him live. This man has magic."
human
Oscar:  "Did you decide to remain outside when you realized that?"
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha saw that the man was about to pass out and released her grip.
human
Man:  "I—I was trying to make a magic sword…for the future…" He fell to the ground, coughing violently as he gasped for air in a hoarse voice.
gpt
Oscar:  "Save the cryptic remarks."