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 snorts absently at that, forgetting that this man wears his likeness and is (or did) try to recruit him into some preposterous war he has no interest in, and almost smiles despite himself. "You've obviously never been in politics." He comments wryly. No, Torchline has no interest in how he thinks over and above how he can help her. She doesn't want to hear about his brokenness or his aspirations to make ladders to reach the stars.

"Because it's quiet here." Remi mumbles just as absently. Only it isn't, in a way. The rumble of thunder is near-constant and the pelting of the rain upon the sea is a staccato rhythm that never breaks. But Remi doesn't hear it that way; the sounds of nature have never been interpreted his mind as a distraction. Rather, they help him think. "And...I like to build things where they go." That is harder to explain, and so Remi merely shrugs. It feels right to him, like part of the construction necessarily involves context.

"Are you here to try and convince me again?" Remi asks, glancing up. Finn towers over him, crouched down as he is and backlit by a tumultuous sky.