Moana looked out at the waves, watching as they rolled gently against the shore. "I know." Her voice was softer and more considerate than it had been the last time this topic came up. She got defensive and terse with most of the people she spoke to but Moana believed that Owen might understand. "There might be nothing out there but if there is something... an answer, a way home, anything... then I want to find it. I think I can find it."

She turned to look back at Owen. "Don't you think I should at least try? If not I'll come back and continue what I've been doing here." Moana had to try because this was something that she can do. She wasn't the only one but she wanted to do it. It was a way that she could help.

She felt it in her heart.