conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Right this way, Lady Claire." A soldier of the revolutionary government brought me to the out-of-use second building of the House of Lords
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Father!" My father got up off the sofa, rushed over, and hugged me.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I was so worried about you!"
conversations.prefix: Father:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I'm sorry."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Please wait here in this room. Feel free to ring the bell if you need anything.” Saying no more, the soldier left the room.
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I take it Rae failed, seeing as you’re here?” He avoided revealing any information with his question, instead probing to see how much I knew.
conversations.prefix: Father:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “She tried until the bitter end to follow through with the plan the two of you devised. But I have my pride.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “…How foolish.” My father grimaced, as though that answer told him everything he needed to know. He tightened his embrace
conversations.prefix: Father:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “As a noble, I am proud of your decision.”
conversations.prefix: Father:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Thank you, Father."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But as a father, I cannot help but be disappointed. You should live freely, Claire.” In a pained voice
conversations.prefix: Father:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This is how I’ve chosen to live.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Then I’ve forced a terrible life onto you.”
conversations.prefix: Father:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Not at all. I accept my fate as a noble. I’m fine with this.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “My, my. You noble folk sure take defeat graciously!” The door swung open without a knock, Alter gave us a sarcastic smile that would never have been seen on Lilly’s face.
conversations.prefix: Alter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Cardinal Lilly…"
conversations.prefix: Father:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Call me ‘Alter,’ would ya? I’m not quite the Lilly you know.”
conversations.prefix: Alter: