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

"The blood tends to get all over the yarn which makes it really difficult to work with." Remi says, nodding sadly as if the difficulties of knitting with bone-fingers was something the wendigo had struggled with for years.

"Oh...oh right." Frowning slightly, the wendigo taps a finger against the table thoughtfully, before itching it across his forehead. "I suppose I just imagined..." Exhaling, he shakes his head. What he'd imagined didn't matter. "How old were you when you...came back?" Or were put back? Released?

Not wanting to argue the point, the wendigo just adjusts the cup from one hand to the other. "That is what I mean though. I might have just..died in Italy like everyone else, instead of becoming this." No Carmelita meant no trip to Canada, meant no wendigo in the woods, meant no girlfriend murder.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!