conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "We don’t understand how curses and magic aptitude might be connected, but isn’t it deeply unlikely that there’s no connection?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "That’s true. But then, why does Aleah have no aptitude?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Well, I have an idea, but it’s nothing more than a theory."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m listening." Claire urged me to continue. A glimmer of hope had returned to her eyes, as I’d been sure it would. The thought of only Aleah being deprived of magic had really been eating away at her.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I think they were touched by something while they were in the womb. Something that determines magical aptitude. And I think that it affected them on opposite ends of some spectrum."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Is such a thing possible?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "We can’t say it isn’t." I’d seen an American movie about twins in my previous life, starring that super macho guy, Schwarz-something or the other. It was a story about two brothers, one incredibly gifted and the other incredibly inept, who were trying to find their mother. It was pure fiction, of course, but part of the plot centered on how all of the talent had been concentrated in one twin at birth. In this strange world where magic was real, I couldn’t entirely rule out the possibility of something similar happening.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Supposing you’re right. It still doesn’t help Aleah."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I wouldn’t be so sure."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "And why’s that?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I have another theory, although it is reliant on the previous one being true. If we suppose Aleah isn’t naturally without aptitude but somehow became this way, then something must be causing it!"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Even so, it doesn’t change the fact she’s currently stuck with no aptitude."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yes, but that’s only within the scope of our current understanding of magic." There was a chance—however slim—that whatever was affecting Aleah went beyond what we knew.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You’re grasping at straws."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Perhaps."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "We shouldn’t tell Aleah this. Nothing good can come from getting her hopes up over a fleeting possibility."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "But—" I tried to argue, but Claire raised her hand to stop me.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Calm down, Rae. We’re both too worked up right now."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You’re right… I’m sorry. I got a little heated." I couldn’t help but worry about my daughters. If I were in their stead, I’d probably be thinking more calmly.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "There’s nothing to gain from arguing between ourselves."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You’re right. We need to come up with a solution together." That being said, I couldn’t think of any solutions at all. Did a solution even exist?
conversations.prefix: I: