conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I swear here and now that I will remain faithful to thee. Thus went the verse from Poesie Amour—the words the shorter man, who was chosen by the Scales, said to the maiden. That verse had once dried my tears at Manaria’s family home. Long ago, the maiden it was recited to must have felt the same way. Sister put her hand under my chin and tilted my head up to look at her. I thought, in a daze, that our lips were going to touch. And if it was Sister…perhaps I wouldn’t mind. But then again—
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Wait!" It was the voice that I think I must have been waiting for.
conversations.prefix: Rae: