The girl who had awakened Alpha-level psychic powers was temporarily placed in the Librarians' monastery. Her mother, Elina Vella, was tasked with staying by her daughter's side and caring for her, preventing the child—whose mental age was only two—from doing anything dangerous.
Lox ordered an Untouchable squad to remain stationed near the monastery, ready at any time to subdue the Psyker should she lose control.
"I don't want to kill a child I delivered with my own hands. If there's a choice, I'll try to save her."
Inside the office, Guilliman pushed aside the official documents spread across his desk and listened intently to Lox.
He had already learned what had happened in the Librarians' monastery, and Lox was now reporting to him.
"Elina was right. Joy is only two years old. She did nothing wrong. That damned psychic curse found her. This is the Warp's curse upon humanity."
Though Lox considered himself a rather emotionally detached person, he had not shown intense grief when faced with those unfortunate souls who had died in battle on Calth. He had simply seen too much death.
Everyone, regardless of gender or wealth, was the same after death. Their corpses rotted and stank, and in the end, not even their bones remained.
But he had his own principles as well. One of them was that he would not casually kill a child.
"You did nothing wrong, my friend. You have no need to explain yourself."
Guilliman comforted him and made his position clear. "Even I would have done everything in my power to save that child in such circumstances. She is a child of Calth. I owe the people of Calth far too much."
Guilliman's reassurance made Lox feel considerably better.
From the most rational perspective, what he ought to have done was