Polaris placed a shaky hand on his side. A warm white sparkling and shimmering light starred out in each direction under his hand. He panted heavily as he closed his eyes. Forcing his energy to reatomize and slowly mend as much of the deep bleeding cut as he could. He whimpered as that had hurt. Unlike the smooth slicing of a blade, the ripping open of ones flesh was much, much more painful. Very painful and made you wish you had just been cut. He didn't understand how it was possible just that when it had been done to Emilee it had happened to him. Like what had been done to Emilee transfered to him and was healed for the most part on Emilee. He could not remember the reason or cause of this. Just that it was both a good thing and a bad thing. It meant Emilee would not suffer as much but it meant he would suffer more.<br/><br/>His hand moved and was covered in blood. It dripped from the tips of his fingers and he wiped it off on his shirt. He went to the panel and sent solar flares at it. Over and over again but only ended up electricuted. He screamed and stumbled backwards. He stared at the panel determinately. He was going to escape her and go rescue Emilee. He HAD to. He had to get out of here. He had to protect Emilee. He didn't understand why Earl hadn't just let Emilee go. What purpose could she serve him. He could feel that Earl was dying a slow and internally painful death. He didn't know why. He blinked and looked behind him as he saw something out of his eye. Yet when he looked behind him there was nothing there. Something was nagging at the back of his mind. The Nega's in the cell with him having settled down and gone still. They were watching but they did not move. The awaited more orders and more energy from the world star. The more pain he felt the stronger they would become. It was twisted but that was just the way it was. Polaris was capable of summoning and controlling the Nega's but unfortunately at the moment Polaris did not remember this.<br/><br/>He snapped from his thoughts when he heard the men address the tormentor. He went wide eyed as the cell door opened. Taking a step back as the man entered the room. What was he going to do now? He stood tense and ready for the worst. The worst was probably going to happen. He suddenly stood as tall as he could get. "Leave Emilee alone you sadistic and twisted monster." he said with gritted teeth. Moving forward and swung his fist with the intention of nailing the evil scientist type person square in the jaw or nose.