So used to the personas using their abilities, it was something else entirely to see your hands suddenly burst into flame. He feared he'd burned his skin, but he felt no sting, and his skin hadn't even reddened. They were still slightly mucked from the water and mingled purple dust.

"H-how should I know?! Look...!" He held his hands over the spent fire pit. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated. He said he knew how to make fire, tried to drum up the same conditions as before...

It was just a small flash, a puff of flame. But it died as quickly as it had appeared. Nothing in the pit caught.

He tried again, and it was much smaller.

"What... what gives? I had a power but I spent it?"