"I think… he is here."
"What?"
The only things that one could feel were the whispers and breaths that the two were releasing. Even their eyes were not holding any light as the darkness drowned everything else; as if they were floating in the empty reaches of space, no one to save them.
But still, the two seemed to continue to talk with each other. One voice; a male, excited. The other; a woman, clearly annoyed. But still, the man's breath of the man called Dionysus continued to flutter in the darkness as his voice turned cheerful by the second.
"The Messenger, he is here!" Dionysus said.
"...That's what you said yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that," the woman called Athena could not help but let out a small grunt as she replied to Dionysus, "Why don't you wake up when it is really here? Or better yet, never wake up anymore."