conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I recall you said something to my father, causing his demeanor to change.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “This is what I said to him at that time: ‘Irvine Manuel, March 3rd, five hundred thousand gold.’ That information pertained to the financial support Master Dole was secretly providing to the Resistance.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  According to her, that was information only my father should know. The amount of monetary aid given to the Resistance’s treasurer, Irvine Manuel. She’d hinted at the fact she knew about my father’s secret plans to convince him to hire her. “After everyone else was cleared out of the room, I told him I found his cause admirable, but I was worried you would get caught up in it.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Why would you think that?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Master Dole planned to sacrifice not only himself, but you as well, Miss Claire. He loves you from the bottom of his heart, but he had given up on saving the country any other way.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  That was understandable, given our duty as nobles. Even after hearing my father planned to have me die alongside him, I held no grudge against him. If anything, I thought he was right to make such a choice. “So I offered him another choice. I gave him an option that would let you live even when the nobles were overthrown. And he took it.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  That must have been where the plan for me to split off from the nobles of the old world and oppose them came in. “Everything up to this point was all to make this possible. We’ve improved your reputation, distanced you from the rest of nobility—all so you could live in the era to come.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “So, then—you! You knew this from the beginning? !” I had trusted her. I had trusted her to the point life without her became unthinkable. She had stayed by my side to support me all this time…but it was all for a lie?
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yes. I knew that the revolution would happen, and the result would be the downfall of the aristocrats. None of that could be prevented.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “But I—I trusted you!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I’m so sorry, Miss Claire. I will accept any punishment you choose.” She sounded so indifferent that I unwittingly raised my hand in anger. I swung my hand at her cheek…but I couldn’t bring myself to hit her.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “…I can’t believe you two.” Rae and my father had lied to me. A tremendous lie too. Not one I could easily forgive. But I wasn’t so foolish that I couldn’t understand why they did what they did. They lied for my sake. They lied so I could live, even if the nobility met its end. It was a fatherly lie. It was a lover’s lie. It was a lie that made my emotions overflow and stream down my cheeks. "I want you to join the revolutionary government now. I’ve already arranged things with Arla.” I didn’t say a word. Rae seemed to have everything planned out for me.
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