"Why do you care? He's the enemy," he said calmly without caring for the worry in your voice. "The enemy should suffer or learn to like me." A strange tone filled his last sentence.

Despite his attempt, Gavin simply teleported to another area of the void. It, also, got him tangled in strings. The tired god's attention was gotten from the jostling of his web, "um w#Ø.. MhÖ ær-ÅrĒ ¥õn?