conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I spent my exile visiting various countries to negotiate the establishment of an anti-Dorothea alliance."
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Dorothea’s eyes opened wide with shock.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Around the time that we had managed to convince Adelina to abandon her coup, Josef discreetly informed me that Philine would be returning on this day. I had always believed she wouldn’t give up, and sure enough, I was right. She had spent her exile meeting with influential people across many countries. Through a mixture of perseverance, incentives, and cunning, she had gained their support. "This is an agreement between six countries bordering the empire, with oaths signed in blood stating they will no longer submit to you, but will commence hostilities against the empire if it doesn’t join the new unified national power."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Philine…!" Dorothea seethed. Philine had succeeded in what Dole had only threatened just earlier. She, the former crybaby, now dared to strike back at her mother, thought to be indomitable, and she had succeeded. Perhaps the apple really didn’t fall far from the tree.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Are you going to kill me here? You could, if you like. I’m ready for it."
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Are you now…"
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "But regardless of what happens to me, regardless of what you do, the empire is diplomatically cornered. This is checkmate, Mother."
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Ngh…!" It was over. Dorothea was strong, stronger than any individual person, but she wasn’t stronger than the connections Philine had built herself. In the end, Dorothea had lost to the very bonds she held in such contempt.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Damn you!" Dorothea held her sword aloft.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Philine didn’t so much as blink, staring back at her mother.
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Are you sure you want to do that, Dorothea?" I asked. She stopped her sword a hair’s breadth from Philine’s head. "You have something to say, Rae Taylor?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Your defeat is certain already. So don’t be a sore loser. Accept it."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I can still—"
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "If you kill Philine here, you’ll only be immortalizing her as a martyr who died at her beloved mother’s hands as she tried to save her country."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "It will be easy to gain the public’s sympathy for someone who lost their life for a just cause." The two of us rubbed salt in Dorothea’s wounds. She had caused us a great deal of grief up until now, so surely nobody could fault us for getting back at her a little. It was true that killing Philine would change nothing for Dorothea. While Philine had indeed established the anti-Dorothea alliance, she wasn’t integral to its survival. Dorothea’s defeat was certain, even with Philine’s death.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Then I’ve…I’ve really lost…" she muttered.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yes. You’ve lost completely, Mother."
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "And to a powerless little girl…"
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Indeed."
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Dorothea sat down on the floor with a thud, allowing her sword to fall as she stared up at the nothingness above. She seemed at peace, as though freed from some madness.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "So it’s over, then," Dole said, being the first noncombatant to step out of cover.
conversations.prefix: Dole: