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

It's very convenient how quickly Remi is able to heal, or at the very least, how easy it is for his wendigo-brain to compartmentalize pain. After just a moment or two of curling in on himself, Remi suddenly relaxes and blinks himself back into focus...just in time to hear Ronin calling for backup. Pressing the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and huffing a strangely disappointed sound, the wendigo heaves himself into a sitting position and tilts his head back and forth a few times until it cracks.

"Is that your way of calling me fat?" He jests, though there isn't much humour in it. Once more mostly naked (listen, he had really tried to return with clothes this time), he nods toward the chain Ronin is still holding on to as he stands. "They are going to come in guns blazing now." He murmurs; it isn't fear in his strangely pale eyes, but something like a pre-memory of the pain and humiliation to come.

"Before they do, though.." Reaching into part of his jacket that clung from one arm, Remi holds out the siren's vocal chords. Whether Ronin wanted it as proof of the siren's death or for his weird side project, the wendigo doesn't know. But Ronin had asked for it, so here it was.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!