After he had been let into the cell Earl smiled in delight when he noticed that Polaris had been wounded. This was just perfect, it really was as he suspected. It was him healing her wound, causing that disturbance; he definitely was a lot more attached to her than he thought. The warm welcome he received, assuming having a fist being thrown at him could be considered as such, was just more proof of that. He was angry. Unfortunately for Polaris Earl was not in the mood to play any games. A scientist like him did not excel in the arts of combat but he did know a thing or two about fighting, enough to be able to hold his own at least. Swiftly he grabbed Polarisâ€™s fist with one hand and his forearm with the other and pushed him back against the wall before the fist met his face.<br/><br/>It would have a lot looked nicer had he actually been a professional fighter. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he should invest into some training. He has never really needed it, but it might prove useful should he ever come across another star like Polaris. That was very unlikely considering world creator stars were extremely rare, the fact he had one as his prisoner was something he would remember for the rest of his life. He was reveling in this moment even now. Taking in a deep breath he closed his eyes for a moment, hands still holding onto Polarisâ€™s arm. He felt so warm, it was kind of nice, he truly was far superior to any star found over the years. The more he thought about it, taking care not to become too lost in thought, the more he could not wait to set everything in motion.<br/><br/>The man outside the cell had tried to step in but backed off and went back to guarding the door when Earl had given him a look over his shoulder. He wanted to keep the conversation between just him and Polaris.<br/><br/>After a good minute of silence he spoke, â€œWe finally get to be alone,â€ he cooed softly. That cruel man he had been with Emilee moments ago seemed to fade away. Though not completely, there was still a bit of an edge to his voice. â€œIâ€™m sure you have a lot of questions for me and thatâ€™s fine. I have a lot I want to tell you.â€ He pulled himself closer to Polaris, enough to rest his head upon his shoulder while keeping the star pinned against the wall, inhaling sharply then slowly telling it out. â€œYou see, I have a vision and whether you want to or not you are going to be a part of my vision. I want to travel into outer space but I donâ€™t just want to be in the shuttle, looking at the stars, I want to go out into the void and grab the stars with my hands.â€<br/><br/>Earl paused, a small smile appearing on his expression before he continued. â€œIâ€™m going to bring a star home for my brother.â€ There was definitely something off when he spoke about his brother. Even the man standing outside, who happened to be eavesdropping a little, shivered a bit. â€œHe has always wanted to see the stars in space. Ever since he was little, he had dreamed of being an astronautâ€¦ it was a damn shame they had taken that dream away from him.â€ He paused again as memories of his little brother flooded his mind. Times like this where he spoke of his brother have always been a little emotional for him.<br/><br/>Pulling away from Polaris he looked him in the eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder. There was definitely something off about his ambition, he knew Polaris would sense that immediately, but he was not exactly telling the whole story. It was not that simple. Doubting that even Polaris would understand what he wanted he decided to leave out most of the detail and only tell him what he wanted him to know. For now. He needed things to be set in motion but he also needed time, he absolutely could not rush this, this had to be done right, there was no room for error. Sometimes his tendency to be impatient was a bit of a downfall especially whenever he was doing experiments. Working with a world creator star like Polaris, he had to throw his impatience away completely and keep focused otherwise everything would get blown up in his face.<br/><br/>Earl reached into his pocket and pulled out a small scalpel. â€œI just need some of your DNA.â€ A smile flashed across his face as he shoved the small blade into Polarisâ€™s side about where he had cut Emilee. â€œI donâ€™t need much, just a small sample.â€