cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Scientists like Swankerdonker and Suuuuuuuuuusan he can handle. 99% of the white-coats in this part of the wing are terrified of him so much so that he can genuinely hear the metal chains in their hands rattle if he ever stops too suddenly or smiles just a bit too widely.

But there's always the 1%, and down here, that was Isla.

For all of their tests and measures of his humanity, she was the only thing that made him feel anything—and no, it's not what you're thinking (though there were many tests surrounding his reproductive health). Isla made him feel the things that really made a person human: despair, shame, and depression.

Biting at the inside of his lip and swallowing hard, Remi enters the room and waits for Swankerdongle to unchain him so that he might carefully hang up his trench coat (conveniently, the only item of clothing he was wearing). Red-cheeked and scowling, Remi stands on the colourful yellow feet and mirrors the position of the monster on the oh-so-helpful poster just above his eyeliner: Feet spread, arms outstretched. "Can't wait for the day one these machines breaks and you have to come do this by han—" Which is off course when a jet of icy water silences him.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!