conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  His apartment was slightly smaller than ours, with only a kitchen, a living and dining room, and a bedroom. The furniture was plain, valuing function over form—especially the sort of form an ex-noble would be used to. The three of us sat around a table with full teacups in front of us.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Dole was wide-eyed with shock at first, but he gradually grew despondent. “More young lives will be lost at this rate.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Can you lend us any wisdom, Master Dole?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Please, call me Father-in-Law, Rae.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re quite particular over something so trivial, Father-in-Law.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “There’s nothing trivial about it.” The two of us bantered, but I could tell his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Dole made me uncomfortable when he acted like this. It meant he was thinking up something grim—something I wouldn’t like. It didn’t help that he was often justified too. “Where are May and Aleah?”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “They’re playing in their room. Don’t worry, the guards you hired are with them.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Good. Any price for my granddaughters.” After the kidnapping incident, Dole had hired guards for the twins. Both were women, former bodyguards of Dole’s from back when he was a noble, so he could attest to their skill. They looked like nothing more than shrewd career women to me, but apparently, they were both experts in hand-to-hand combat as well as magic. Of course, that meant their services cost a pretty penny, but Dole generously paid for it all out of the salary he had come to earn after returning to the political scene. I actually knew one of the women, but that’s a topic best saved for later.
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “They truly are a big help.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I couldn’t help but wonder why he was so interested in confirming May and Aleah’s whereabouts all of a sudden. Was he about to say something he didn’t want them to hear? I had a bad feeling about this… “Claire, Rae.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yes, Father?”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Did you come up with a good idea?” The two of us urged him on hopefully. But those hopes were soon dashed. “Give up on Otto’s sister and the rest.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Give…up? What do you mean? !” Claire exclaimed.
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Just that. Don’t try to save them. Let them attempt their coup.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “How could you say such a thing? !” Claire looked at her father with disbelief, as though she were regarding a stranger. “You want us to do nothing as they die? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s not how I’d phrase it. I’m saying we should respect their wishes.”
conversations.prefix: Dole:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s the same thing! I won’t accept such a reason! Explain yourself!” Claire pressed him, raising her voice.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I felt the same way she did…but I’d also had a feeling it would end this way from the very moment she suggested asking Dole for help. “The coup d’état is the empire’s problem. It’s not something we should concern ourselves with."
conversations.prefix: Rae: