conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You sure are cheeky for a peasant!”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Yes! Cheeky, that’s what I am. Please punish me more!” The day I was transported to the game was the start of term at the Academy, the day of the entrance ceremony. It had been a week since, and I was getting used to the school. My connection with Claire had also steadily deepened—in my opinion, anyway. When I went to greet her, as I did every morning, her reaction was the same as always. Her entourage had given up, perhaps because I remained unaffected by their jibes. They lacked conviction; they could learn a thing or two from Claire. Not that I was complaining—it was far easier to talk to Claire now that her minions no longer got in my way.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I won’t be made a fool of every time!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh?” There was something different about Claire today. She continued, smile unwavering.
conversations.prefix: I: