conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Claire had just recited the lines the maiden had said to the men as she presented them with the God’s Scale.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Do you like such stories too, Miss Claire?"
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I don’t dislike them. But I’m not a romantic." And yet, Claire’s steps were lighter than usual, perhaps buoyed by the good news that Manaria had come to the Academy.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I don’t dislike love stories either, but I’m not a fan of Poesie Amour."
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Oh? Why is that?" It was so cute when she cocked her head to the side like that.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I just don’t see why the maiden didn’t choose one of them in the first place. To make them feud like that… She’s the worst kind of villainess."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "That’s not true at all."
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Claire frowned as though I were clueless.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "The maiden was surely unable to choose. When you’re truly in love, it can’t be easy to decide who gets how much of your love." Her words were so young, and so naive.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I don’t even know how much I love, let alone who. I almost wish someone would tell me," Claire continued, growing more poetic with every word. Of course, she was well read in such things.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Miss Claire."
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "How many times are you going to say that today?" Despite her clear exasperation, Claire always responded when I said her name.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I’m hungry," Telling her frankly and truthfully what I was feeling.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You are just—such a—!" Claire’s face turned red as a boiled lobster for a moment before she slumped her shoulders in disappointment.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Well, I guess I can’t expect someone who ridicules love to understand such nuance." She flounced out of the room.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "But I’m not joking…" I muttered to myself as I followed after her.
conversations.prefix: Narrator: