conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s over.” A few days had passed since Philine had been sentenced to exile, and Claire, Hilda, Josef, and I had come to see her off before she left the country. Frieda wasn’t with us, as Dorothea had caught wind of the rebel forces and thereby sent most of them into hiding. We were seeing her off from Ruhm’s eastern gate. I was reminded of the time we said our goodbyes to Lene after she was banished from Bauer, but the imperial gate was far grander in terms of size, security, and traffic. The number of inspections was higher as well. I couldn’t help but think Philine, the truth of her departure a secret, looked small and insignificant in the long line of others awaiting their inspections.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’m so sorry. After all the trouble everyone went through to help me, I couldn’t achieve a single thing…” Philine looked deeply apologetic.
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Officially speaking, she was visiting a neighboring country. But the period of her visit was indefinite, meaning she was effectively banished. She had been given five attendants who were allowed to carry the absolute minimum of luggage—far from a leisurely vacation an imperial princess might take.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “We’re the sorry ones—sorry we couldn’t help more.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “We desperately underestimated Her Majesty Dorothea.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Philine demurred, dismissing Claire’s words of comfort. “No, it’s all my fault. I should’ve been more aware of my security detail.”
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hey, things might not have worked out, but at least you avoided the death penalty.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It looked like you were going to be executed on the spot for a moment back there.” My comrades might have disagreed, but I truly believed that as long as you were alive, there were always things that could be done.
conversations.prefix: Rae: