conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I will protect Lene."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "How?"
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I’ll talk to him."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "He can’t be reasoned with!" There was a hint of self-scorn in Lambert’s face as he spat the words. He must have had this debate with himself many times before.
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Please trust me."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I can’t."
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "If you don’t stop, I’ll stop you." I armed myself with my magic wand.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I won’t let you." Lene said the familiar words.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I turned, a chill running down my spine. There in the door stood Lene, accompanied by several men. One held Claire’s still unconscious body, a knife pressed to her neck; she released a small moan. “Lene…” I murmured.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m sorry, Rae. You must let my brother go."
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Lene, think it over."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "No."
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I didn’t respond. I wanted to trust Lene. I wanted to believe she hadn’t been lying about caring for Claire. But maybe it was impossible for love to alter fate. "Rae, move over there." Lene directed me.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I can go, but it won’t help."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What?"
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I already broke the bell, just in case."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What? !" Lambert slipped past me and ran to the back of the room. He opened the cabinet and withdrew the shattered halves of the bell. "What have you done…?"
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I’d known it was possible Lene would take Lambert’s side. Breaking the bell had been my form of insurance. "That’s enough. Please give up, Lambert, Lene."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Brother…" Lambert said nothing, seemingly overcome by despair. Lene rushed to his side.
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Hey, hey, we can’t have this." The man said in a bright, cheerful tone that didn’t suit the mood. His face was concealed by a black mask.
conversations.prefix: Masked_Man:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Who was this? This scene had never occurred in the game.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Without the magic bell, there’s nothing we can do."
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Let me see it." The man took the bell from Lambert’s dejected hands. “Return.” My eyes widened as I watched the two halves of the bell mend back together, as if time had been rewound. What was this magic?! "This should do it, yes?"
conversations.prefix: Masked_Man:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Yes…" Lambert sounded like he couldn’t believe his eyes, but he timidly took the bell and tried to activate it.
conversations.prefix: Lambert:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I won’t allow it!"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Rae, don’t move! Don’t make me hurt Miss Claire!" Lene said sharply.
conversations.prefix: Lene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  When I looked, a single red line ran down Claire’s neck. Something inside me snapped. I tried desperately to keep my bearings, despite the anger that flooded through me. This was all my fault. I’d been convinced that because I knew the game, I could control what happened. But now Claire was in danger because of me, and I had to do something. Just as I was starting to despair…I heard another familiar voice.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "To think you could change the commoners’ lot on your own…was a flagrant, arrogant, mistake." As the voice echoed, the men were enveloped in flames. Their screams tore raggedly through the inferno. "Even your screams are vulgar."
conversations.prefix: Mysterious_Voice: