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

"Oh, you know that, do you?" Remi asks crookedly, still riding out the first wave of the blood. "What is the opposite of Stockholm syndrome? Is there a name for when scientists start to identify with their subjects?" Regardless, she was right that this was a good plus. "It feels a bit like the first hit of cocaine." Peering over at here, the wendigo raises his eyebrows in a clear if you know what that feels like, gesture.

"Mmmm. Well right now I feel very relaxed." Rolling his shoulders slightly, Remi tilts his chin up and then down to crack his neck. "The initial high is fading, but.." Wiggling his toes and as much of his feet as he's able, Remi tries to take stock of how his body feels. It's close to what his body feels like post-orgasm, really, but he doesn't want to say so to Isla.

"I take it this is synthetic, though?" He wonders, letting his eyes open fully now that his heart has stopped racing. "Or have we been visiting the morgue? Or the slaughterhouse, perhaps?"

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!