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

All but glaring at Isla the way a caged cat tiger might, Remi tracks the doctor's movements as she fusses and adjusts. He wants to scream at her that none of her machines fucking matter given who and what he is, and more importantly what he'd tried to do. Instead, he merely presses his fingernails against his palms, letting them churn and scratch away at the skin.

Unsure which is worse, the way she checks him over or the things she's saying, eventually the wendigo's patience wears thin and he flinches away from her. In truth, it's the lack of eye contact that does it, and though she's close enough for him to tear her throat out, the thought strangely doesn't even cross his mind.

'Quit it.' He snaps, pulling away from her, resulting in the big bad scary wendigo contorting himself into a little ball. "Why did you bother?" Remi wants to know, the painful sincerity in his voice drowning out his former insolence. "I don't want to be here, Isla." He adds, pleading now. "Why did you bring me back?"

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!