Nike couldn't help but smile a little when Styx said she was proud of her, of them, that she'd had such grand expectations her for her, Kratos and Zelos, and Bia. And she was right, they had risen above all of what they could have guessed despite always being reminded of who they were. But that was a good thing too, and she was proud to be who she was. "We have a good large family to be proud of and proud of being from too," she said softly.
She looked up again as her mother drew closer to her. She didn't feel any of this has made any difference but if it had even the slightest then perhaps it was a good thing. And she couldn't deny that Styx spoke the truth about many things too especially about how they were perceived by the Olympians. "We don't. We live among them, work with them but we all know and remember where we came from and don't let them forget either." Nike paused as her mother brushed against her cheek and she closed her eyes for a moment, cherishing it for the moment.
She listened and nodded at the words that were said. "He thinks well of all four of us. I know you would run the course here if you could." There was danger to the gods and goddesses to be sure as much as there was power in the strength of Oaths to make and keep and Styx knew that and Nike knew it too.
Nike sighed softly as Styx wiped the tears from her cheeks and she let her. They were quiet for a few moments and just stayed as they were. when she spoke again, it wasn't what she would have expected. "Father? Do you think so? does that upset you so that i do?" she asked, the words out of her mouth before she thought about it.