there was a bad clime in the hive world you were in: rain of purified water that was filtering through the systems of the upper part of the hive. It was a normal day, when you here some whimpers and tears. You walk to it, just to see a little girl in a box, wearing a tunic from the Adeptas Sororitas. She was yelling:

Hewesy! Hewesy! He-Heresy!

is like she was trying to say it correctly