Theseus had so long been without feeling that sense of pride. Between his daughter and Nike, they seemed to being out the better in him. That fierceness in Nike's eyes woke him up a little, though he just stared back at her with hopeless admiration. He nodded with a deep breath. She was trying to knock sense in him, because he was letting Poseidon manipulate him and his trust in himself. "You're right, I have...and it scares me everyday." Unlike Poseidon, Theseus could admit to his weaknesses.