Moana was holding the heart of Te Fiti close to her chest like she might bury it inside of herself. "I should have been able to do something." This was far outside of what Moana knew but then, everything she's done has been outside of that small sphere of experience. She was a wayfinder who has lost her way.

Her head turned to look up at Robb feeling a sharp pain sink like a weight in her chest. "How can we do anything if we can't protect the people we love?" She leaned forward pressing her face against his shoulder, attempting to stop the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.