conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Of course, it looked terrible on a face like mine, but it was the only time I ever felt at ease.” Some might call this sort of thing compensatory behavior, or tricking oneself, or even dancing around the problem with symptomatic treatment. But I believe there are times when people need alleviation from their pain, even if the thing they do does nothing to change their circumstances. "While at Bauer, I heard a rumor about a talented makeup artist in the Nur Empire known to be a miracle worker. So I looked for them when I got here, thinking maybe…they could change me, even with a face like this.” That would explain why we had spotted Joel in the red-light district. She hadn’t been looking to play with girls but been hunting down the rumored makeup artist. "That was when I met Berta. I heard she was a skilled artist, so I went to her home. I didn’t realize we had met before, but she remembered me, and when she asked me why I wanted my makeup done, I answered honestly. But…” Joel grimaced. "She told me to pay her or else she would expose my secret. She demanded an exorbitant amount, far higher than her standard fee. I refused, after which she said she would tell everyone. I left fully prepared for her to do so. The rest is as Rae said.” Joel’s voice remained devoid of emotion the whole time. But she hadn’t clarified one important element of this story.
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Joel, I know this is a tough question to answer, but there’s just one more thing. Romantically speaking, do you like men or women?”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Men.”
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  A murmur ran through the spectators.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Your Honor, as established, Joel had no reason to assault Berta.”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Hmm… But then where did her wounds come from?”
conversations.prefix: Judge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I believe I can answer that, Your Honor. Permission to speak?” Claire cut in.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Granted.”
conversations.prefix: Judge:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Claire stood.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Berta and a man named Damian Carossa have been…involved for quite some time. According to testimony from one of her coworkers at the pub, Damian seems to be blackmailing the plaintiff and often extorts money from her. I have Damian’s own testimony attesting to this.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What do you mean?”
conversations.prefix: Judge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Damian has been using unlawful narcotics and is currently not of sound mind. This is only conjecture, but I believe the one who truly assaulted Berta was Damian. Am I right, Berta?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Berta said nothing, simply hanging her head.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Objection, Your Honor! Her claims are baseless!” Berta’s attorney exclaimed.
conversations.prefix: Berta's Attorney:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Objection overruled. Berta Bahlke, I ask you to swear to God and tell the truth: Was Damian Carossa the one who assaulted you?”
conversations.prefix: Judge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Berta remained silent. She’d likely been instructed by her attorney to say nothing that would worsen their position.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You may choose to remain silent."
conversations.prefix: Judge: