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

"Oh no, boredom, how will I ever cope?" The wendigo wonders, rolling his eyes and grinning down at his knees. It had been years since he felt bored; sure being locked up could be boring, but because it was always shackled with the knowledge that something worse was looming, it wasn't quite the sort of thing most people meant when they said they were bored.

Rising from the chair, because yes it was uncomfortable for Remi but that was more or less his default state of being when "inside", the wendigo goes toward the map. Narrowing his eyes and leaning forward like a man inspecting the brush strokes of the Mona Lisa from behind a velvet curtain, he hmms under his breath before glancing over his shoulder. "You want to go look? Not now I mean, but.." ..during my Out of Jail Time?

"I might be in bed, but I do not typically do much sleeping." Remi counters, and while this would normally sound like a euphemism for masturbating or some such, a lack of sleep simply came with the territory for what Remi was.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!