The inherent queerness of Ambellina the Prise. Imagine being built by god to be his perfect creation. Not being designed to love another, but still falling in love anyway. Knowing you are meant to follow god’s will, but you stare into the eyes of another one of god’s creations anyway. You hold his hand. You believe him when he says he’d do anything for you. And when god punishes you for it, your last words are that if it was in your design, you really could have loved. You really would have loved, if it had been allowed. But god didn’t want you to love. God wanted you to die.