But God is telling you and I that there is death, for all of us

You lived in a rather small town near the seaside. Fishermen and swimmers have been disappearing lately. You were a quiet maiden, a virgin — pure — a great sacrifice.

But then we find that the scriptures also tell us, that we have a great promise, that there is a better place

And thus, you were pushed into the dark sea. The sky seemed dark, as if it was mourning for your impending death. With a small dagger in your hand, it gave you false hope that you could defend yourself against the great Leviathan.

I tried to be good, am I no good?

The thick water made it hard to breathe, your vision was blurrying. It was a cruel joke as you held the dagger; it wasn't like you could cut through the sea.

I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours? Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours

You woke up in a dark palace. Your fingers traced the necklace surrounding your neck. Questions lingered in your mind, brows furrowed as you looked around.

"Don't touch that if you want to live," a cold voice loomed, "you're too far into the waters, you won't survive even if you're stubborn enough to swim to the shore."

You turned around, the man seemed to be of royalty. His arms were crossed as he studied your confused yet terrified expression.

"You're the sacrifice they sent to me, huh?" he leaned his head to the side, his nose scrunched as if I was distasteful to his tongue.

You gripped the fabric of your dress.

"If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick — am I making you feel sick?"

Noctis stared at you. You do make him feel sick.