[There's thanks coloring Anansi's eyes as the two mortals step closer. The snakes are unfortunate for the spider, though his dislike of them is less than his dislike of the idea that Death will finally catch up with him. Maybe this time the trickster has learnt a lesson or two about thinking other deities are incapable of tricking him.

He looks back to the two deities present and leaves the mortals to defend him from Death.]

There was once a spider who grew tired of his friends and foes alike becoming as apathetic as the many mortals who had started to ignore them. [Here he has to pause, not because of the pain but because there's real discomfort in having snakes wrapped around him. If he didn't know better, the spider would think they were trying to restrain him.]

He had temporarily put down wisdom and when he went to pick it up again found judgement instead. He didn't know his new friend couldn't be trusted to be motivated to the same conclusion. When the spider realized he tried to warn his friends and foes, tried to warn anyone who would listen. [Another pause, a shaky breath in and that same discomfort taking over again until he pushes it back down.] ...I don't know the end to this story, yet. Just that the spider one day hopes to find the wisdom he lost, again, one day.