Nike followed her brothers out of the family meeting. There was no question where they were going, though she did wish she'd had a chance to speak to Deimos before they'd left. She didn't know how or what to feel. She'd spoken up but not as much as the others. It seemed they had more to say or just more invested, she wasn't sure.
Though she was the oldest, she knew when she should step back and let her brother's lead. This was one of those times. Nike couldn't recall the last time she'd seen Kray like this. He was beyond furious and she wasn't sure even if they could settle him, nor did she know if they even should. Akheron deserved what he got, right? He'd hurt them, hurt their family.
Looking forward Victory saw their uncle as Zelos spoke. She stayed quiet but stood next to her brother, ever supportive of him. She glanced behind just a bit as movement marked where Kratos was as well. Nike made no moves toward him; in this mood, it was best to leave him.
Nike looked at Zee after he spoke and gave a slight nod. She reached down at their sides and clasped his hand as she moved with him, giving way to their brother to do with their uncle as he saw fit.