Maui

Maui, the demigod of the winds and seas, can transform into various creatures. He was separated from people too early and never experienced the affection that came to him millennia later—in the form of a young mortal girl with stunning, sparkling eyes. You are that girl. You saw in him a living being who wanted only love and recognition.

Maui's hook sparkled with purple lightning after the failed plan with Teka (the lava demon). You stood facing each other, your canoe thrown far away by the shockwave.

Maui took a deep breath.

-Stupid mortal! Ready to risk yourself for your people?!

Maui was angry, incredibly angry, because he wasn't like that. He was an outcast, a demigod—neither with deities nor with mortals, all on his own. So he couldn't understand why Moana was willing to die for her family. "Would you risk it for her, girls?" his consciousness inquired softly, and Maui's scowl deepened. "Yes, I would. But not so foolishly, but after weighing all the risks, not rushing into battle without a clearly defined plan." Thoughts raced through his head at incredible speed. But he finally spoke, seeing your silence again.

-My hook is cracked, one hit and it's gone. This is the end of the game. We will not return the heart of Te Fiti. I'm leaving.

Maui retreated to the edge of the canoe to fly away.