aita?

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am i the asshole?

Life isn’t always black and white. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s really at fault, and no one wants to believe they’re the bad guy. Sometimes you need an outside opinion. Or several.

Tell your side of the story and crowdsource an honest answer to the age old question; Am I The Asshole?

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with your character explaining a situation where they might have been the asshole.

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with your hot takes. Anon or IC.

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[deathslinger]

[ Caleb stays where he is when Kate moves, his ghostly stare not wavering in the slightest. Her clenched fists and shaking shoulders are too familiar to someone with an hair-trigger temper such as himself. She's a fighter—she showed it the first time she somehow managed to throw all of herself about while he hauled her to a hook, making each step for him a struggle no matter how tight his grip was. But does she think she has a chance scrapping with him outside of trials, with none of the Entity's rules keeping her from harm?

His gritted teeth snap apart with an audible shifting of the broken bones in his jaw, as much a warning to her as the low growl of his voice. ]

Then you won't mind if I hold you to those words, will you. This was made my business, girl. If you didn't want to hear anythin' about it, then you should've learned how to bloody control yourself.

[ he could say more. About how much he knows of the meaning of loyalty, the burn of betrayal. But he doesn't feel the need to justify himself to her. ]

I hear you're gettin' her hopes up about you again, next time I won't be just speakin' to you.

[hopesong]

I should have. [He's not wrong there. She already knows that, but it doesn't help the burn in her chest, the permanent ache in her heart that nestles in there neatly next to another.]

I ain't afraid of you, though. [Which is neither here nor there. Kate knows her chance is well and truly over, that nothing of what he's saying would ever come to pass. It doesn't stop the wanting, though. The need to make it up, to do anything and everything within her power to just apologize and make it up to Susie.] Whether she chooses to ignore me as much as this place permits, or for some reason offers a second chance, that ain't for you to decide. Only her.

[deathslinger]

[ not afraid—another mistake, but he doesn't press her on it. She can claim bravery in front of him all she likes. He's not here for himself. ]

I've got faith she'll make the right choice. She ain't as green as you might've thought she was. [ Caleb's scowl deepens. ] Till then, you best watch your step.

[hopesong]

Never thought she was to begin with.

[She's smart, sharp as hell, actually. Kate knows this well from their time together, from seeing her before that even, in trials and how she navigated them.

But that's neither here nor there, anymore. Kate's jaw is set tight, looking upwards at him defiantly. Several words burn at the tip of her tongue.]

You be careful now yourself. I hear it's mighty dangerous out there in the Fog.

[deathslinger]

[ he does smile then—a sharp thing with teeth bared almost in a grimace. Lifting a hand to his hat, he tips it very slightly towards Kate. Any politeness inherent to the gesture, though, gets chased away by the mockery in his tone. ]

Well, thank you kindly, miss. But I'm sure I can handle it. [ with a jerk of his head, he indicates the fog around them. ] Now run along. You can try to get your satisfaction the next time you're in one of my trials.

[ and so will he. It might just be time to burn one of the tokens of the Entity's favor that've been piling up unused. ]