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Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Sadly, some are wise to the signs of suicide such that Remi's attempts to get himself locked into his little padded closet where he most easily might lash out at a guard and perhaps receive a killing blow, have been obfuscated at every turn. That doesn't mean the Wendigo's bad behaviour has gone unpunished of course, it just means that Suuususususususan has decided to oversee it personally.

So it is when Remi is brought out for Ronin's inspection, the hunter will find his partner fitted with an entirely new set of shackles. Don't worry, there's things for you too Ronin: before handing over the leash, Ronin is given a small pamphlet that outlines what and how to use Remi's new safety measures. On his wrists and ankles are devices that administer shavings of silver right into the wendigo's bloodstream. It isn't enough to kill him, even when it passes through his heart, but it is enough to drop him to his knees.

"Fucker'll heal, but y'can just keep pressin' it, y'know?" The guard explains with a satisfied smirk before handing a device over to Ronin which presumably controlled this very feature. Of course there was no mention or consideration given to whether or not the shackles hurt Remi simply in virtue of being on, but chances were that they did. Looking heavily medicated, whatever else Susan had done to the wendigo was hidden in virtue of his rapid healing.

"All y'rs." As the leash trades hands, Remi keeps his eyes placidly on the floor.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!