conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “How…could you?” I’d taken a good deal of damage, but I could still move. My assailant saw that, however, and rained down ice for a second, then a third time. I tried to intercept the attacks with a spear of fire, but the number of ice blades was too great for me to stop. Everything in my surroundings, including the children, was skewered through. The child with the obscuring magic had her leg pierced and was bleeding profusely. I used my fire magic to staunch their bleeding. “Clément…why?! ” Did he hate Dole and me that much? Enough to kill these children who bore no fault of their own? Only one of the child assassins was still breathing. Swearing to myself that I would at least make sure she survived, I played my last gambit. “Ngh…” After enduring countless ice arrows, I pretended to take a direct hit and fell to the ground.
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You get her?”
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conversations.value:  “Looks like it.”
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hmm… It doesn’t look like this barrier can be dispelled.”
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Get up, Catherine. Hurry up and erase the evidence.”
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conversations.value:  I needed them to come just a little closer. Then I could end this without the child getting hurt. The wound on my thigh had reopened at some point. I felt my consciousness fading with each moment. But I can’t give up… I sprung up and launched spears of fire at the three men. The action brought me swiftly to my limit, and I fell to the ground once more. I couldn’t check to see if my strikes had landed, but as the minutes ticked by, no follow-up attack came. It seemed I’d been successful. But this was the end of the line for me.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Why… Why save me?” The child assassin who’d survived roused herself and looked down at me. There was confusion on her face. She probably wanted to know why I had bothered to help her. Great big eyes looked at me from under her hair, hair the same color as Claire’s.
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conversations.value:  “What is your name, child?”
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “…Catherine.”
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conversations.value:  “I see… Catherine… I suppose I saved you because I consider all children of Bauer something like my own.” That was what Dole had once said. It was the way I believed all nobles should be.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Catherine looked at me with eyes full of shock. “But…but I—”
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conversations.value:  “It’s fine, dear… The truth is, I have a little girl around your age myself. A cute, willful little girl.” I reached out and patted her hair, wet from the rain. “She has the same honey-colored hair you do. She’s strong of heart but becomes saddened easily. I’d be happy if you’d be her friend.” I was able to say that much before I lost the fight to stay conscious. Forgive me, Dole, Claire. I’ll be departing this world before you, but at least I was able to live as myself to the very end.
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