Immensely not eager for a repeat of his past brush with death, Johan decided to back the fuck away, readying his toolbox or a sufficiently bludgeon-like tool if the spiders turned hostile.
"Who knows if this is all we're going to get. I advise we watch from a safe distance."
Move away, establish a safe distance.
"Well, hello there."
Observe.
Johan and Gilles back off. Solj follows, as he is more-or-less forced to. Millenus stays put.
Beatrice, freeze them.
Please.
You seem to misunderstand the terms of our agreement.
I have no interest in provoking the dormant soul any further.The spiderlings wander aimlessly. They certainly aren't following some kind of organized protocol. They don't eat each other--real spiderlings do that--but perhaps they are not even intelligent enough for that. Yet.
This raises so many questions. Do they even grow? What do these creatures eat? Are these the same kind of creature as the spiders of the entrance floor, or is this something new entirely?
Any proposed explanation one might have had prior to now, is immediately made obsolete as the spiderlings start to sing in unison. Their high-pitched voices meld together into a slow chorus not unlike a hymn, but the language they sing is not human, to say the least of its intricacies.
The beating heart seems to calm down, and Solj detects movement inside it. The many cavities inside the heart implode in on themselves, and the bead at the center of each begins to make its way through the heart's fleshy body and out to the surface.