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

Remi only grunts in response, exhaling as he does so with enough force to flutter his lips. 'Okay well, so much for wearing you like a backpack.' He murmurs. Having not bothered to shove the grate aside, the hole down provides quite the tripping hazard. It would, anyway, if there wasn't the putrid stink wafting up from the undercity lighting it up just as clearly as a neon sign.

'Nah.' Remi chuckles, of putting Ronin down. "This is the most human contact I've had in months." He'd pretend to feel the hunter up to emphasize his point, if only he knew where the man's injuries actually were. Since he didn't, he merely adjusts him like a sack of potatoes that he might be able to free up one hand. "Things are gonna get a little cramped." The wendigo whispers apologetically, having to hold Ronin quite close against him. The shaft was built for single-file use, and though Remi was scrawny, it still wasn't an easy fit. He'd have to leave the grate uncovered which was a problem, but without using his body to press Ronin against the ladder, he was out of hands.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!