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

Finding the question to be such a surprising one, Remi can't help the easy laughter that spills from his lips. It seems to thaw some of the ice that had been forming around his shoulders and though the topic of conversation was certainly not a pleasant one, the wendigo didn't look quite as upset. "Yes, yes. The smashing is part of it. Is that not something you do in Ireland?" Blinking slowly, his expression a perfect blend of painful melancholy and sweet affection, he explains. "The ones that we have don't have any sort of bottom. The money goes in and you have to smash it to get it out. That's what makes it special, you see?" Maybe Ronin wouldn't, but that didn't matter.

"If you can just...give up on a goal by opening a little rubber thing, what's the point? That is why the pigs are beautifully painted so that you have to be very sure about it, before finally smashing it." Rolling his shoulders and tilting his head from side to side to release the tension in his neck, the wendigo sighs softly.

"Maybe one day we can smash this one, mm?" He wonders, glancing at 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!