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

Mentions of mistletoe is like a slap, and the wendigo flinches ever so slightly. Closing his eyes and pulling in a breath, he gives his head a single but stern shake. No mistletoe.

Opening his eyes, Remi looks at the flame. So small and harmless, the sort of thing even a child could pass their finger through and be unharmed. Exhaling softly, enough to make the flame dance, Remi raises his eyes. He has never looked much like a regular man, not with his too-gold eyes and a body that was at odds with the things he was capable of, but today he was closer to what regular might look like on him, than ever he had been before.

"I am..." The words are a whisper, and in order to help Isla read his lips more clearly, he tilts his head down slightly and over-enunciates. "..done, Isla. I have nothing to live for." He continues. "You say it is hard for everyone to trust me? That is hardly my fault. I run, I am punished. I stay, I am punished." Remi swallows, his eyes tracking up to hers for a moment before he gives his head the smallest shake.

"I have nothing, Isla."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!