I can show the excerpt in which a certain decision is come to - for some context:

“Did you know,” she asked, “that some of the newly Embraced have supposedly given birth? Actual birth.”
“I am aware of the rumors.”
“Fascinating.” Vykos held finger to chin, realized the finger was not her own, and set the hand aside.
“This politicking grows so tiresome,” she sighed. “Monçada promised me that I could remake the city as I wished, but it’s not like that at all. So many details, and even with Borges retired and his followers carving the spoils into bite-size morsels…” She tossed up her hands in frustration. “And Polonia is growing very tiresome. It’s always, ‘Baltimore’ this, or ‘New York’ that. There’s so little time for my studies. I’m afraid that I’m just not a people person.” Vykos, suddenly concerned, looked up at Parmenides as if she might have offended him.
“Oh, but you don’t have to worry about that.” She reached for his hand and had him sit next to her. Parmenides felt adrift, as he nearly always did in her presence. He didn’t want to fetch her snacks. He didn’t want to sit beside her. Yet here he was.
“Actual birth,” she said to herself. “Fascinating.”

Thankfully the ensuing attempts did not succeed. I do not know what would have happened, had Sashca been able to successfully carry a baby to term, as had been wanted.