conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Every newspaper reported things as being in the revolutionary army’s favor.
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I was too late…" I watched the mob fight the kingdom’s army from my dorm window, feeling powerless, useless, and bitter about it. I clenched my teeth. It was too late to do anything about it all.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You did everything you could, Miss Claire. Things were just too far along to be stopped."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "But if I had only tried harder…"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You tried as hard as you possibly could." She tried to comfort me, but I was inconsolable.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  My head was full of what-ifs—what if I had started working sooner? What if I had found a better compromise? The thought of commoners, the people I had a duty to protect, being hurt this very moment tore at my heart. And yet, I had no right to play the tragic heroine. I was a noble. If the times had chosen to move in this direction, then I had only one duty left to fulfill. "Now that things have come to this, all that remains is for me to graciously admit defeat, as a noble of the old era."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  The commoners had chosen to rid themselves of the nobility. It was our duty as nobles to accept the wishes of the commoners. House François was the most prominent of the noble families. Thus, as a representative of the nobles, it was best for House François to announce our time had come to an end before the damage on both sides mounted any further. I was aware this would probably end in our deaths, just as it had in Phrance. The wrath of the commoners was simply too great. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid of death. But I didn’t want to go so far as to hurt commoners to cling to my position. I was ready to accept the choice the commoners made.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  But Rae could not say the same. "No, Miss Claire. You will stand on the side that denounces what came before."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "…What?" I couldn’t believe my ears. I gave her a questioning look, making her straighten her posture. "Rae, whatever are you on about?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m saying you will stand in support of the new era and see off the old."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You’re being ridiculous. I am the daughter of House François. I am the quintessential symbol of the world that preceded this one." Rae was talking nonsense again. Her expression was serious, however. This didn’t seem like one of her usual jokes.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You aren’t. Master Dole is."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What’s the difference? We’re both François."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "There is a difference. Because you will be the one to spearhead the movement to convict Master Dole and the old ruling class—the nobility."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Wh-wha…what are you saying?!" Upon finally understanding what she meant, I raised my voice. She wanted me to forsake the nobility. "You want me to depose the architects of the old era, then brazenly live my own life free of any connection to them?! Absolutely not!
conversations.prefix: Claire: