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

Sans drugs, Remi is not lightened by Ronin's optimism, and so his smile is terse at best. "Sure." He agrees, swallowing and wondering when his bed had become so uncomfortable.

"A veteran? Hardly." The wendigo gives his head a weak shake. "Without birthday parties to track the years by...I would say...three, maybe? Four at the most?" He guesses. "And no, I was caught after maybe two years or so. Been here ever since. I will have been a pet wendigo longer than a wild one before long." Suuuusan and the likes were probably counting down until that day, resting a good deal of theory on those types of facts accounting for why Remi was the way he was.

"Guess that also means it has been about four years since I have gotten laid." He adds with a harsh laugh, before lifting his middle finger to the glass where someone was likely making a joke about how the wendigo had gotten laid plenty of times since having arrived.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!