The three girls and Syrop continue walking through the desert in pursuit of the Lucasite.
Leviatan attempts to magically produce water for her thirsty friends, but without her spear, the water she summons evaporates immediately.
Having finally reached her limit, Bahamut stops and throws a tantrum, insisting she can't move any more.
Please do. Think of how we feel.
افعلي من فضلك، ضعي
 .نفسك مكاننا
Ja, bitte. Sonst fühle ich mich
wie an der Nase herumgeführt.
Te lo pido, ponte en nuestro lugar.
Por favor. Pense em como nos sentimos.