Zidane hung his head, which was now starting to hurt. "That wasn't... the point." He turned his gaze back up to the sky. "Point wasn't for her to see me, but for me to see her."

Ok so Zidane was sort of realizing some of his failed logic. He wouldn't admit to it, of course. Admitting things to people with screwy dark magic powers that could one day make the person psychotic just didn't sound like a good idea.

"Yeah well. Damn designers. They're not suppose to have that much intelligence."