Hephaestus' muzzle swung from side to side, tracking as words flew between one side and the other. Helios spoke so... so furiously to the cringing male. What had he done that was so terrible? He didn't sound like a bad person - he sounded apologetic, even maybe scared. Why would Helios treat him this way? It wasn't right, was it? Nemesis had spoken up to say just that before his slower older brother could really begin to muster the words. Finally a brief lull in words allowed him to speak up. "Uncle Helios," he rumbled thoughtfully, "How can he prove whether he's good or bad if we don't let him make that choice at all?Isn't it actions that speak louder than words? Please give him a chance." He didn't really know why he stood up for the gold-marked male, except that Nemesis seemed willing to trust him and while Nemesis was rather hasty in general Hephaestus wholeheartedly believed he had a good heart and was willing to go along with him.
