Yuna eased herself to her knees, fixated on the statue in front of them that now began to softly sing. "There were stories, when I was growing up. About bands of the excommunicated," all signs pointed to the Al Bhed, but that wasn't important here anyway, was it? "They grouped together, raided the temples... and stole the statues that housed the fayth."

And with the last bit, her voice dwindled down to a whisper. "Hiding them away..."