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

Whatever the opposite urge of vomiting is, is what Remi feels. He doesn't want to let a single atom leave his body, but instead wants to inhale the world around him. Metal, pens, fucking glass would at least be a start, and thank...well, thank someone that Susan pulled the plunger for Remi was very nearly about to begin drowning on his own saliva. Instead, it began to dribble down the sides of his face, frothy and flecked with blood and something black.

"-si-r-n." He chokes out, blinking against the sweat in his eyes - or was it tears? Though if she asks again, Remi will tell her anything she wants to hear. He did it, he killed the boy. Sure he did, and why not?

The sound of Isla's voice brings as much shame as it does relief, for somewhere in the madness of all this Remi has wet himself (you fuckin' would too.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!