conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Nice to meet you.” Joel gave a passable introduction, although I thought it could be a little warmer.
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And now we have a level-headed cool guy.”
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That bluntness ain’t bad.”
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Please step on me, Daddy.” Joel’s introduction was also well received. But also, come on, there was definitely one weirdo in this class. Regardless, the students seemed welcoming enough. I’d been prepared for them to be more guarded, even for them to give us the cold shoulder, but they received us strangers amicably enough—perhaps because Nur prided itself in its diversity. As long as we put in the effort to get along, they would do the same.
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “How about we introduce ourselves, too?”
conversations.prefix: Another student:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’m Johann!”
conversations.prefix: Johann:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Wha—hey, I was going first!” The students clamored as they introduced themselves one by one. I noticed that one person among them remained silent.
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hey, Philine, it’s your turn!”
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Ah, y-yes…” Claire glanced at me upon hearing Philine’s name. I nodded back. “M-my name is Ph-Philine. N-nice to meet you…” I couldn’t help thinking Philine looked like a small, timid animal as she shyly introduced herself. She sat down immediately afterward and hid her face behind a book.
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Philine’s actually Her Majesty Dorothea’s daughter—can you believe it? They’re nothing alike.”
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Is that so,”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  No doubt about it, Philine was the girl we were after. I needed to think of how to engage her—
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Shut up!” A loud voice surprised us. I looked toward its source to see a rough-looking boy with his feet on his desk. “You guys are too noisy…”
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “O-Otto…so you were here. Why don’t you introduce your—”
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “And why the heck do I gotta do that?”
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “N-never mind, then…” The classroom fell silent. It seemed Otto was something of a problem child.
conversations.prefix: Another Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hey, that ringlet blonde and the rest are all enemies of the empire, right? Why the heck are you getting all chummy with them?” Otto’s chair creaked as he got up and lumbered toward us. A tall boy, nearly six feet already, he also sported impressive musculature. He was basically a walking boulder.
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Otto, was it? I’m Claire François. Pleased to meet you.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Don’t even try. I bet you’re just some sheltered rich lady like Philine over there.” Otto drew close to Claire, looking down on her from above. I itched to blast him with my magic, but Claire signaled me not to with her eyes.
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Me, a sheltered rich lady? Well, you’re not entirely wrong.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Heh, I knew it.”
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “But I’d rather be a sheltered rich lady than a boy so poor in the head.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Otto looked shocked for a moment before he fumed. “You tryin’ to get killed? !”
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh, my, you really are in want of a brain. Don’t you understand you’ll cause a diplomatic incident if you lay a hand on me?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Like I care!” Otto swung his arm at Claire, but she nimbly evaded it while hooking his foot with hers, sending him to the ground.
conversations.prefix: Otto: