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conversations.value:  Claire worked incredibly hard. She went back and forth, again and again, between the provisional and revolutionary governments. She listened patiently to the unyielding demands on both sides, searching for a point of compromise. I hated seeing her so worn out, but I put up with it, knowing that this, too, would soon come to an end. And then the day came. November 10th, 2015 in Kingdom Years. The protests escalated to an armed uprising, and conflict broke out between the revolutionary army and the forces of the provisional government, which numbered only half the former’s size. All of the newspapers reported that the revolutionary army had the advantage.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
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conversations.value:  “I didn’t make it in time…” Claire said, deflated, as she watched the crowd battling imperial soldiers from her dorm room window.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
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conversations.value:  I grabbed her hand and squeezed tight, trying to comfort her. "You did everything you could, Miss Claire. You couldn’t help that this happened.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “But if I had only tried harder…”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You tried as hard as you possibly could.” My attempts to comfort her weren’t working. Claire had a strong sense of responsibility, and as someone who understood the sentiments on both sides, this was too much for her heart to handle.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “All that remains for me to do now is admit defeat as a noble of the old era.” Claire said resolutely, the color returning to her face.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No, Miss Claire. You will stand on the side that denounces what came before.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Claire looked at me strangely.
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  As I met her eyes, I straightened. The time had finally come to tell her everything.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Rae, whatever are you talking about?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Claire, you will see off the old era from your place in the new one.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re being ridiculous. I am the daughter of House François.
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