Moana's grip around the heart tightened as she pulled it against her chest. "If it was a gift... then why is it fading?" Her voice was tense as hysterics threatened Moana's rational thought. She knew that there was more to it, a reason that the heart had arrived and that she had found it but why was it dying.

"It's her heart." Moana's voice lowered to a whisper and her head dropped. She didn't know why she was telling Lucrezia this. Perhaps because she had no one else to talk to and she didn't know what else to do. "I can't fail, I can't." Her voice cracked and Moana knew that she was close to crying.

She didn't want to cry.

"And if it's drained..." She continued, trying to keep her voice from breaking. "Then there is no way to save my island."