conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  A few days after the monster incident, I was sitting in front of Claire. Misha was present, too, with the expression of one who didn’t want to get involved. Meanwhile, Claire’s looked like she might never forgive me.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And? Just what are you going to do with it?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What do you mean?”
conversations.prefix: Me:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Don’t play dumb!” She was pointing to Ralaire, held in my arms, as if she were about to burst with rage. “Isn’t that a monster? !”
conversations.prefix: Claire: