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conversations.value:  "Mother! Why?!" Yu was injured as well—but not lethally so, as Riche had protected her daughter with her own body. Yu frantically began trying to heal her mother, who lay on the floor in a pool of blood, but it was clear that she was beyond saving. The lower half of her body was shredded. She had moments left before the shock and blood loss took her.
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conversations.value:  "Ah… Yu… You’re all right…"
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Mother… You… Why…" Yu stammered, the words stuck in her throat, as her mother looked up at her absently. She had too many things to ask, too many things to say.
conversations.prefix: Yu:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yu… I’m sorry. In the end, I couldn’t do a single thing for you."
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "That’s… That’s not true…" Yu gripped her dying mother’s hand, desperately trying to let her mother know of her presence. "I thought…if I couldn’t give you the throne…I could at least make you pope… But I failed… I’m sorry."
conversations.prefix: Yu:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I…I never wanted such a thing! I just… I just…"
conversations.prefix: Yu:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What is it, Yu…? You’re getting harder to hear…"
conversations.prefix: Riche:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Mother!" Riche’s life faded ever further. Even Yu understood her time was running out. "Your Holiness, please heal her!"
conversations.prefix: Yu:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  But the pope only shook her head. "Doing so now will only extend her suffering."
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "No… This can’t be…" Yu’s eyes clouded with despair.
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