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

"Em..path..ee?" Intentionally letting his accent swallow the word, Remi frowns and gives his head a shake. "Never heard of it." Ha-ha, isn't this fun? Joking around like a couple of pals while one of them is strapped to a table and the other likely has a taser in her pocket.

Taking another deep breath only to find that the sparkling lilac haze the blood had filled his veins with was receding more and more, Remi wrinkles his nose. "You sound like one of those meatless-burger commercials." Not that he was complaining of course.

Remi's gaze shifts from Isla to one of the various cameras in his room, before returning to her face to ask a silent question; is someone up there? Probably there was. Gods, when wasn't there. "The opportunity huh?" Looking down at himself, mostly skin and bone—not to mention his dejected penis soft between his thighs—Remi chuckles before his smile grows a touch sad. "You do take far too many risks with me, you know that, don't you?" The wendigo's pale eyes have grown soft and honest; in the back of his mind, he can hear someone laughing and reaching out for his hand somewhere in the frigid Canadian wilderness.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!