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

"They are all that bad." Remi argues emphatically, scrunching his nose and suddenly looking all the more Italian for his judgements about taste.

For a moment, and really it is that fleeting, Remi hates Isla for her rational detachment. It makes her seem cold and horribly manipulative, and for just a breath, words form on Remi's lips that want to demand what sort of information cuddling with him or holding his hand had yielded for her, since it couldn't have been done for any emotional reasons.

The feeling passes, leaving Remi feeling suddenly exhausted and embarrassed. Running both hands up his face before raking his fingers through his curls, at least the decision is a fairly easy one. Thinking he can get through Grimm if he knows that he can see Ronin again almost right after has the wendigo naively confident about what he can handle in the interim. "Alright. Let her do her worst." Remi mumbles, wishing he sounded defiant but instead just sounding defeated and tired.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!