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

The wendigo shrugs uncomfortably. "Lots of time to do nothing in the shop where I used to work." He mumbles by way of explanation, before glancing around at his walls and nodding in emphatic agreement. "Same."

Raising his eyebrows in surprise to hear that Ronin's gift wasn't in response to the card Remi had given him, he frowns softly and leans back against his pillows. For the second time, Remi is left feeling hollow instead of joyful in response to his friend's Ronin's thoughtfulness, and it's with fingers that suddenly feel overwhelmingly unworthy of holding the gift, that he sets it down on the bed next to him.

"Just a feeling." Remi replies soberly, shrugging; the feeling of course being the sudden and overwhelming clarity of his situation, that the most the wendigo would ever have to look forward to were pity-hand holds from Isla and pencil crayons from Ronin.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!