cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

The guard flinches and Ronin merely raises his eyebrows in comparison, as if the wendigo had just made a particularly lewd joke. "I'd hardly call this a bed," he points out, "but you did say it had been four years, so I guess anything counts after a certain point, right?" Clearly unaware of either the danger he might be in or of Remi's escape plans, Ronin leans against the side of the cell and lets out a soft sigh.

"Not with that attitude," he points out. "And I thought it'd be obvious. You're acting like someone with a deathwish, and I suppose I got a little worried. Wondered if I could offer a shoulder to cry on or a really terrible therapy session. I'd have brought whiskey if I thought you'd be able to enjoy it."

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!