conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I DON’T WANNA go to school!” It was a morning a few days after the assassination attempt on the pope. My twin daughters had just woken up, only for one of them to say the most unexpected thing—unexpected from May, at least.
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What’s the matter, May?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Did somebody say something mean to you at school?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No, they’re being mean to Aleah! And I don’t wanna go somewhere where everybody’s being mean to Aleah!” May puffed out her cheeks in defiance.
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Aleah, is this true?”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “It’s not. But…” Aleah hesitated.
conversations.prefix: Aleah:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It is true!”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Everybody only talks to me and ignores Aleah! I hate them!”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Recognizing this would need some time, Claire and I had the two take the day off school. We postponed breakfast and sat them down at the table with Claire, while I prepared black tea for Claire and me and warm milk for the girls.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Could you tell me in detail what’s been going on?” Claire asked as soon as I sat down.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “It started when I learned to use magic after memorizing the, uh…Borrid Method?” Sounding like a little ball of anger, May mumbled.
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That’s wonderful, May! Congratulations.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Congratulations, May.”
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “No! It’s not a good thing!”
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Ever since they found out I can use four kinds of magic, the teachers only pay attention to me! Even when Aleah and all the other kids are trying their best!” She stopped momentarily and took a sip of milk to calm down.
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “And now the teachers want me to go to a different class than Aleah, but I don’t wanna!” May grumbled.
conversations.prefix: May:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  With that, the pieces of the puzzle all snapped together. May wasn’t rebelling against the bias inherent in the empire’s meritocratic beliefs—she was simply angry at a system that didn’t treasure her beloved sister. A system that wanted to separate them. Claire and I locked eyes for a thoughtful moment.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “May, I understand what you mean to say. We’ll talk to the school about Aleah’s treatment. But insisting you stay in the same class as Aleah is just being willful. You—” She was the first to speak.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Let me, Miss Claire.” As bad as I felt, I had to cut Claire short.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “May, we’re very happy that you told us your honest feelings."
conversations.prefix: I: