Kratos admired his baby sister so much in that moment. Admired and envied. She'd gotten right to the heart of the matter, and Kray wished he'd thought of that first. Because if he had, he wouldn't be feeling so uncomfortable right then. And that was also because of his baby sister. Well, his big brother added some to it too.
Because the way his sibling were making it sound, it sounded like he was a fighter. Well, he was, he supposed. He could fight. Actually, when he was with his brother and sister, he could fight very well. They didn't really lose when the four of them were together, and standing back to back with Bia, he had no doubts about the outcome of a battle or skirmish.
But he didn't like to fight. Kratos thought fighting should be a last resort, when no other options were available any longer. He'd much rather talk to somebody, get them to see reason. He did not, like his little sister, like to break bones. Or wills. Or use his strength to intimidate or hurt people. He didn't ever want to become a bully.
He couldn't say that though. Not after what Bia said, and especially not after what Zee said. And not with the king looking at them. So Kratos bit his tongue and lowered his eyes. He wasn't exactly hanging his head, but he found he couldn't really meet Zeus' gaze while letting him believe the things his siblings were insinuating. It felt too much like a lie and Kray did not like to lie.
But if he spoke up, there was a chance that Zeus would think he was a troublemaker, or that he wasn't willing to do what was asked of him. It was possible that he would split them up. This conversation was their only shot at getting a chance, and he wasn't going to screw that up for all of them. So he kept his mouth shut.