Sam didn't really know if he agreed with all the older Naturals either: as an Ascended he'd certainly brought about a lot of change and didn't necessarily believe in preserving tradition simply for the sake of it; still, he knew why his position was valuable.
Hearing that LongNight did get dark was oddly comforting; both because it meant he was less likely to have an unfortunate time with the sun and because it was familiar. While he wouldn't miss the monsters and terror of the Grounds, there would be something nice in still seeing the dark at this time of year. "Why...does the coast glow like that?" He asked, not knowing much about the environment of Torchline.
Remi acknowledged the glove and he laughed awkwardly at the comment. "Mmm. I'm...not wearing it for fun. It's a prosthetic..." With a gentle click he pulled the glove off his hand and held it up, revealing his missing fingers. "...Deimos made it for me. He...needed my fingers."
