Spat on her. The capsule slid in by degrees. What she endures is beyond comprehension — and yet utterly human. The pain was white, all-consuming. But it wasn’t enough. “This has never been done. “This has never been done. It is not clean. When a captured Astartes — Brother-Sergeant Caelen — was discovered deep behind enemy lines, a desperate plan was devised. Spat on her. Nothing could prepare a body for this. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. Roxy screamed. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints
Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. He only looked at her — truly looked — and understood what she had done. “You carried it, child.”
Roxy said nothing. The heretics believed she was a captured missionary — a discarded Sister cast off by the Ecclesiarchy.
