conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Please confirm the contents.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “R-right.” Hilda approached the box.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It’s…a ring and some documents?” She picked up the papers and scanned them.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It seems…to be a research report on magic amplification.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  The documents seemed to line up with what I knew from Revo-Lily. I was a bit curious about the more minute details but doubted Hilda would let me read the report. I would just have to ask Mr. Torrid later.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Then…this must be the rumored Ring of the Forbidden…” Hilda said as she reached out to the ring with a trembling hand.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Please wait, Miss Hilda.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s better if you don’t touch that.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Why is that?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You’ll understand once you read the research notes in more detail. That ring is an unfinished artefact. It’ll overwhelm anyone not fit to wear it.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Hilda retracted her hand.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And how do you know such a thing?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Like how I knew the way to open the box, I can’t explain that. But I’m certain it’s true.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Then who might be fit to wear it?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “That’s complicated. Not even Mr. Torrid himself knows the conditions required to wear it.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “So nobody can for now?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Not quite. There’s one person I know for sure who can wear it: Lady Philine.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Huh? Me?” Philine hadn’t expected to hear her name. At the same time, Hilda scowled.
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Unbelievable.”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hilda?” Philine asked with worry.
conversations.prefix: Philine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Why’s it always like this? The ones who have all the power, money, and status keep gaining more and more, while the ones at their feet are always left to toil for what little they have.” Hilda swept up the ring and made to put it on.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I grabbed her arm to stop her.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I thought you were smarter than this.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Unhand me, Rae Taylor.” she demanded.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I will not. You are not fit to wear this ring.” I insisted.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I guarantee it’ll overwhelm you.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Then kill me when that happens. It shouldn’t be hard for you.” Hilda sneered, her true self rearing its ugly head. And yet, something about her expression looked pained.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I could never do such a thing.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “And why’s that?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I could never kill a comrade. We fought against that demon together, didn’t we? Didn’t that bring us closer at all?” While Socrat had been ultimately almost single-handedly vanquished by Dorothea, Hilda had still risked her life to fight with us.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Hilda said nothing.
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Miss Hilda—no, Hilda. You do not need that power. Your wits aren’t meant to be wasted like this. Your enemy isn’t Lady Philine. You know this.” I stared into her eyes as I spoke, as sincere as I could be. Hilda was smart. She wouldn’t give in to a momentary outburst of emotion.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Heh. You think we’re comrades just because we fought together once?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “We’ll fight together many more times from here on out.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What, you expect me to play along with your schemes?”
conversations.prefix: Hilda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hm? Did you forget? You promised to help us in exchange for opening the box.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Right."
conversations.prefix: Hilda: