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"I signed a contract to die, but it seems to have backfired."
"...So are you like, immortal now or something?"
"Uhm. Well. I haven't exactly tried -dying- yet. I mean, I'm not going to die until I absolutely have to. That's the point of living, right?"
"But you signed a contract to die."
"Ehh... Technically I offered my life. You know, after she fulfills the contract. I figured since, you know, being a spider witch and all, she was going to eat it."
"...Right."
"So, uh. I have an extra eye and like, five arms now. And maybe two voices in my head that won't leave me alone. They're not -mine-. They're someone else's. It's like she's stuffing me with other people's lives.
"Can't really complain, can you? You're alive, at least."
"...Yeah. I guess so."