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

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." The wendigo grunts, wanting to sass his partner but finding his teeth clenched together against the bile threatening to rise in the back of his throat. "Please, just..." Feel hot and clammy at the same time, Remi inhales a lungful of air as if it was something he might get his teeth around. "..shut the fuck up." The wendigo begs, feeling as though there was a marching band crashing through his skull, none of whom were playing the right notes.

Unlike last time though, the transition passes almost instantly, and though for a few seconds, the wendigo would have sworn he was going to die, suddenly he found that he was fine. Blinking at his knees and waiting for a second wave to hit, when it doesn't, Remi glances up at Ronin with one eye partially closed. Heaving a sigh of relief, the wendigo holds a thumbs-up toward the window where Isla no doubt had a stopwatch going.

"Fuuuckkk." He moans, straightening and running his fingers through his hair, before peering intently at Ronin with eyes suddenly bright and sea-glass green. "Sorry. So far that bit has not been fun." Remi explains with an apologetic shrug.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!