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

Remi's time spent with Isla went by in a flash, and though the wendigo did his best to try and savour each moment, still it all slipped through his fingers with far less intentionality than he'd have liked. In the hours which followed as the wendigo lay motionless on his bed, he thought of any number of things he desperately wished he'd done or said; images he wished he'd better cemented in his mind or moments he might have stretched out. Only a few hours later, the feeling of Isla in his arms was already melting away, and gods but he longed for her in a way he'd previously said wasn't possible as a wendigo.

Restless for the remainder of the day, Remi had agonized over what he wanted to say to the doctor when she next came in to check on him. Thinking she'd have come by before bed, the wendigo began to pace back and forth by the foot of his bed before it became obvious she wasn't coming. A day passed and then two, and when on the third day the interns nervously came into his cell, he'd demanded to know where Isla was. Of course, they left him without a word, though the glances they gave one another made Remi feel all the more uneasy.

Was it something he'd said? Done?

On the fifth day when he'd been shackled and tugged toward the exit, it was Ronin waiting for him at the end of the hallway, not Isla. Giving the hunter a weighty expression that tried to communicate far too many things at once and thus probably said nothing at all, he waited for his friend to finish signing him out that they might get a safe distance away from things to talk.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!