"Citizen Firo," he begins, looking from Firo to the barricade, frowning slightly. "Do not tell me you lack vision. How is it that you see naught but a simple pile of snow and I see a magnificent fortress under construction? Surely you can see the potential of this structure."

Look, he knows what he's doing. Or at least, he must tell himself this repeatedly or risk losing his nerve and part of his mind. It might not look like much, but as the architect behind this pile, he can't lose sight of the goal. To do so would risk emotional collapse.

"It is rather a difficult task to create such a structure on one's own, you understand."