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, who had been laying in bed listlessly counting ceiling tiles and wondering how long until the next thing was going to happen, jumps at the pneumatic hiss of the door. Fully expecting to see Isla emerge (in lingerie if he's honest), it's with a strange and displaced feeling of expectation that he looks at...Ronin.

Sitting up, his white hospital gown slightly askew and his legs covered by a thin blanket, Remi blinks a few times in surprise before raising his hand and waving it a single time. "Hey." He replies, just as lamely.

'And you're still not the hooker I ordered.' The wendigo says with a nervous laugh. Was he..supposed to get out of bed? Should he make room for Ronin, or..were they supposed to awkwardly talk like this? It wasn't as though Isla had brought in a table or chairs, so...

"What's in the box?" He asks instead, wondering if it would end up being a head, like in that movie about the deadly sins.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!