Alexa rather wanted to believe that a miracle had been performed. It happened occasionally, when the Emperor truly did bestow his blessings upon the people of the Imperium, and for instance brought the dead back to life, or bestowed a loyal servant with truly prodigious power in the course of accomplishing an amazing feat. Most notably, the resurrection of Saint Celestine was a gift to humanity that had yet to be matched by any of the feats of mere mortal men.

Yet, they were remarkable because of how rare they were. It was unfortunate that frequently, somebody would claim to have died and been resurrected, only to prove themselves a charlatan, or worse a heretic, when examined by the eyes of the Emperor's most faithful flock, as Sister Victorine established quite clearly. In this case, if it was a legitimate resurrection, it'd be a most bizarre planet for such an event - agri-worlds, whilst tending to be quite well-suited to supporting mass human infrastructure simply by their nature, were also loathe to produce men of a temperament that best suited the Emperor's grace. All the prayer in the world, literally, would yet amount to barely a drop in a bucket when compared to the faith needed to draw His almighty praise.

Therefore, she concluded, a true miracle would be an unusual thing to see. She let out a forlorn sigh- or an exasperated sigh, according to her helmet vox- as she came to the realisation that they may be forced to deal with an uprising of heretical fervour before it spread too far. Naught else came to mind to ask, and as others had already asked their own questions, Alexa remained silent. She was sure they'd receive any answers they truly needed as and when the time came to receive them.