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

"Listen, the real victims of 9/11 were the grannies who couldn't knit on planes anymore." The wendigo snarks back, and thank god neither of them lived in a culture where they could get cancelled for saying such things. "Why, what do you want to talk about while we're hunting?" Remi wants to know, as if most of their hunts are nothing more than boring strolls through the park. As for the whale songs? Remi looks visibly embarrassed, which he conceals quite poorly by clearing his throat. "I like whale songs, okay." He mutters with a huff. "The songs travel thousands of kilometres and no two sound the same."

"I don't have to impress you, I'm paying for you, remember? Not full price, but still." What's not to like about reprising a hooker joke? Oop, but there's talk of Isla again, and Remi can feel his cheeks flushing and his stomach twisting into knots. "I mean, if this was a movie, sure. The monster and the beautiful doctor would get together, but this absolutely isn't." He mutters, trying to sound casual about the whole thing and opting just to shrug awkwardly.

"It's true. Honey and vinegar and all that." The wendigo agrees. "Just think of the expenses and resources wasted putting me back together again. Not to mention the cost of designing and implementing those shackles in the first place."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!