"Geez, I must be losing my touch." Zidane sighs, a bit deflated, but then he shrugs. At least Caspar confirmed Zidane's guess about what the problem was. "Anyway, how are you at yelling? If you yell back at the thunder and show it you're just as loud and fierce as the storm, I bet you'll feel better. I'll even do it too, if you want."