[Kyrie knows that the Order were a cult, that they did terrible things and harmed hundreds of innocent people to pursue their goals. She knows all this, she still has nightmares about the things they did to her and Nero, but deep down, she still struggles to let go of some of the mythology. Maybe, once, the Order had been better, maybe it had rotted over the centuries into what it degraded to. She still believes in Sparda, that he was a great and powerful entity who humanity owes a great debt to. Even now, looking at Nero, it's surreal to know that he's a part of that myth, that legacy. But if anyone was going to be...

She shakes her head and murmurs her dissent.]

I mean, it was a shock when your father told me who he was and when I realized what it meant. But no, it doesn't weird me out. It might have done... but now I know that he was more than some 'god', he was more than that.

[She nestles in against his side and rests her free hand on his stomach.]

And so are you.