conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings!” I used the last dregs of our magic to cast what would truly be our last spell.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Dorothea deflected it with her sword and backed away. “So you kept a secret weapon tucked away. But such cheap tricks won’t—” She stopped mid-insult and looked toward the entrance of the room. Faintly, the echo of footsteps could be heard. The footsteps grew louder, and it gradually became more apparent that they belonged to not one person but a group.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Thank goodness. They made it. “Have you realized it yet, Dorothea?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What?”
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You lost long ago. Long before this summit. In the very moment you released that girl. Ha ha… Ha ha…” If she were so inclined, Dorothea could have closed the distance and cut us down in an instant. There was no way we could have fought back at that point. Claire was terrified. Hell, I was terrified. Even so, my beloved proudly declared our victory with that resounding laugh of hers. “Oooooho ho ho ho ho!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What are you doing?” Dorothea clicked her tongue in irritation. That was when our savior arrived.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Haaah…haaah… I made it!” Bursting into the room and panting heavily.
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Philine…?” Dorothea murmured.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea: