conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  …going to happen, I was about to say, but I was interrupted by Sister.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Hey, Claire. She approached us holding a strange, glowing flower.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Sister…"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I see Rae hasn’t shown up yet." She said, showing me the flower in her hand.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Is that flower…really…?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Mmm. It’s the Flower of Flora." The flower from the Legend of Amour. A blossom made of pure light. The ultimate offering one could place on the Scales of Love. "It seems I will be victorious, after all." Sister said, gazing at the legendary flower with a hint of sadness.
conversations.prefix: Manaria:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Perhaps we should just go ahead and declare me the winner. For some reason, I glared at her. The God’s Scales showed what was in my heart.
conversations.prefix: Claire: