leave me blind but play the reel

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Remi prefers to have his creations looked at rather than himself, so he finds Finn's gaze helps to settle him against the hackles he feels wanting to rise. Pausing to hear his moniker mentioned, the Alchemist blinks as if deciding whether or not to take offence; whether or not Finn has said the title as a taunt or a tease.

"It's..." Not a gift. Not an entitlement. Nothing owed or deserved. His magic is fickle and fleeting if the past few years have anything to say about it. Nodding as the warm air rises from the fires dancing on the sand, Remi finally decides on a close-enough adjective for now. "...convenient."

Shifting so that Finn can see the inner workings of the device—the canvas meant to provide buoyancy to the hot air, the propellers meant to catch the syphoned heat, where gears will eventually (hopefully) turn with enough force to propel the craft forward—and shrugs. "No, probably not. There's an argument to be made that it is, but...Torchline elected me for the things I can do. Not the way I think." Indeed it was. Shows of strength and unarguable power over his competitor is what 'won' him the role.