conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "While I’m ashamed to admit it, the truth is I don’t know the first thing about security escorts. Certainly there must be somebody more suitable than I?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Oh, dear… But the Pope herself requested it. Is it really not possible?" Riche made a troubled face, cranking up the pressure.
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Well… If Rae and Misha can assist me, then I’ll accept."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Oh, thank goodness! Of course, that would be fine. In fact, I had something to request of Rae as well."
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What is it?" I asked, puzzled.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Riche called for an attendant, who arrived carrying something. "What I’m about to show you must stay a secret. Not a word of this must leave this room."
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  With profound reverence, the attendant held up what looked to be a framed portrait.
conversations.prefix: Attendant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Is that…me?" I blinked in confusion. Pictured within the portrait was none other than myself. But why was a picture of me being handled with such religious zeal?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Not you, Rae."
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Then who?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "This portrait is of the pope, Her Holiness Clarice Répète III."
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  The four of us let out a gasp of surprise.
conversations.prefix: Rae, Claire, Misha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  This went beyond simple resemblance—her face was practically a carbon copy of mine. It could have been a coincidence. Lilly had once mentioned seeing someone with a face like mine on her travels, so maybe my face was just common in this world? Come to think of it, when I’d first met Lilly, she’d thought I looked familiar. Perhaps she had been reminded of the pope.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "As you can see, the pope and Rae look identical to one another. For that reason, I want Rae to act as her body double." Riche explained.
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  A dangerous request. Dole claimed the rumors of the pope’s impending assassination had some truth to them, so it was safe to assume being her body double meant risking my life. And while Riche’s request was reasonable if she had the pope’s well-being in mind, if we did as she asked, we might well be playing into her hands.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "There is something I would like to ask, if I may."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Of course, Claire."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Are you not at all concerned that the pope and Rae are so similar in appearance?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Ahh, that. It’s a closely guarded secret, but it is understood that those who look like Rae—er, rather, the pope—are born every so often. We believe them to be blessed by the Spirit God. Many popes throughout history have borne this face. The church goes to great lengths to watch over those who bear these features."
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  So my face held some significance in this world… But why? Was it because it was the face of the Revolution protagonist?
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Perhaps you were once under the care of the church, Rae."
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Uhh, is that right…" I muttered. Come to think of it, Elie—a look-alike of mine whom Lilly had run into—had been adopted by the church. If I hadn’t been adopted by my parents, I might have met a similar fate.
conversations.prefix: Rae: