[Spider moves from just happiness to a swell of panic quickly, and he holds tight, willing it to rush through him while he weathers it. It isn't like the lures, the quelling images and whispers and promises fed to him by the Old Man to draw him in and eat him. But he can't help but remember, compare, and at Chrys' words he laughs, not a good one.]

Hahah... I'll just fall for it, I truly will. Like some greenfooted child. If this is what happens as a soul ends just let me disappear. I can't bear it.