Yuna single handedly takes care of the thieves blocking the land route for trade from Millela at the expense of her sleep. Drowsy, she follows along as Atla ties up all the loose ends. Exhuasted as she is, Yuna begins to think about the kraken problem.
No, am I Moses?!
There's no magic like that anyway...
!كلا، هل أنا موسى؟
...لا وجود سحر كهذا على أي حال
Heiß ich Mose?!
So ’ne Magie gibt es nicht.
¡No, ¡¿acaso soy Moisés?!
No existe magia así…
¿Quién soy, Moisés? Esa magia no existe.
Je me prends pour Moïse ?
En plus, j’ai pas ce sort…
Por acaso sou Moisés?! Não!
Não existe uma mágica assim...