“Of course I am proud of you, of all of you. I never would have brought you here and left you... left to where you stand as a representation for your entire family if I did not feel that you, your brothers and your sister would rise above any horrid expectation they have of who you should be based on where you come from.” Styx shook her head slightly, “because you are not just my children. Philotes is your aunt, Thanatos is your uncle... on and on... and...” she paused and closed the distance between herself and her daughter. “You are the grandchildren of Erebos and Nyx.”
For as upset as Styx was with this conversation and Nike's attitude, for as much as she wanted to smack the smart out of her daughter's mouth, she did not wish to see her cry. “You cannot let them forget where you come from, because they will want to forget.” Her hand raised just to her daughter's cheek to try to wipe some of the tears away.
“You four are here, I keep oaths now. We were the first to side with him. That is something Zeus ill not forget.” Her voice grew quiet, “if I could run the course of my river to span from the Underworld to here, I would, but I cannot.” And to have it where mortals would have access was irresponsible. The water was dangerous.
There were a few moments where she just gently wiped the tears away. Then, with a sad sigh, she started to smooth her daughter's hair. “You look so much like your father...”