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[flightforfreedom]

[ There are some times that Poe is thankful for his powers. This, being able to ask his communicator to scramble his ID so that he can post anonymously, is one of them. He doesn't do this often. But something has been bothering him more and more, lately. ]

has there ever been something, or a multiple somethings, that you did that at the time you knew was right, and just, but then later - maybe after coming here - now makes it a little harder to sleep at night?

a lot of us come from places where we had to do a lot of shit we wish we didn't

but we could still tell ourselves we were doing the right thing

and i still think i was doing the right thing

but here i meet ghosts and i can't help but wonder if there wasn't another way

how do you deal with it, when you can't justify everything to yourself anymore? and that's not a rhetorical question, i honestly want to know




do you think earth has made you a better or a worse person

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[flightforfreedom]

He did one of those 'I'm new to this place and I don't know what the hell is going on' posts - the ones everyone does - and normally I don't even open them, if I'm honest, but I grabbed his for some reason, tried to help him out, and he threw it back in my face.

[ He pocketed his phone and then crossed his own arms, mirroring Chilton's posture, though his spine held straight. Forever looking taller than he actually was.

He was also - well, not lying. This was the truth, a version of it. But he'd dealt with assholes before. Chauncy had just managed to hit a very small but very strong button, and it wasn't one that Poe was really prepared to just go ahead and reveal to the guy who had just been trying to throw him out of his office.

Unfortunately, it was also all public record. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton, noting the mirroring, tightened his frown. Impossible to tell if Poe's movement was subconscious or intentional, but Chilton considered it an aggressive tactic nonetheless.]

So he is an ingrate. That alone can't be what did it to you. [Either Chauncy had burned Poe in some additional way, or Chauncy just had terrible timing -- he could have been the last piece of straw that broke the camel's back, he could have cracked what little resistance to temper Poe might have already possessed.]

Anything else unusual happen that day? Or was he the only blotting on your otherwise pleasant existence?