I can keep going. [The air isn't any easier to breathe, and he's trying to tune out the thumping, ignore the way ground moves in time. It's a reminder that Tartarus isn't just a place. It's a being. Something older than the gods themselves. It probably knows they're there, walking on it, breathing it in, moving toward it's very heart. It could be waiting for them.] I think we're almost there. [He could just feel it.]