conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I didn’t do a thing.” That was the first thing out of Joel’s mouth. We were underground in a section of the Department of Public Safety—the equivalent of a police department in my old world. Joel sat in a cell with his hands bound behind his back and a surly look on his face, which was bruised.
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Why did the imperial soldiers cart you off then?” Claire asked, partially out of doubt but mainly out of worry.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I don’t know. But there was this woman stalking me. Maybe she had something to do with it.”
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Is this a lovers’ spat?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Of course not. I didn’t even know her name before I was arrested. She just kept one-sidedly pestering me.” Joel’s face was weary, and he looked genuinely fed up with the whole ordeal. But was he telling the truth?
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I’ll go ask what happened upstairs. Can you stay here and hear what Joel has to say for me, Miss Claire?”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Of course.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I left them behind and moved to the aboveground portion of the building to find the soldier in charge. “Excuse me, I’m here about Joel Santana.”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Are you family?” the soldier at the reception desk asked.
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No, but I am something like his guardian. He’s my student back in our homeland.”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Oh, I see. Right this way then.” The soldier manning the reception desk led me to the soldier handling Joel’s case—a woman, to my surprise.
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “On what charge was Joel arrested on?”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “The bastard assaulted an upstanding citizen of the empire.” The soldier made no effort to hide her disdain.
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Just to make sure: Is the one pressing charges a woman?”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What kind of question is that? Of course, obviously!”
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  It might be obvious to you, lady, but that’s not always the case… "Is there evidence?”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Yes. Her body is covered in bruises. She’ll likely have lasting scars.” The soldier grimaced as though remembering the state the woman had been in.
conversations.prefix: Soldier:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I understand there’s no doubt the victim was assaulted, but is there any proof the assailant was Joel?”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “The victim herself testified as much, and it was daytime, so there’s no doubt she got a clear look.” The soldier spoke as though it were a cut-and-dried case, but the only evidence was the victim’s testimony.
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