What Polaris had said about Earl dying slowly was absolutely right, he was not an idiot. Though he would never admit it he regretted becoming addicted to the star DNA, dependant on it to get through a day much like a drug addict, part of him wished he could stop his addiction. But no matter what he tried he could never seem to stop and it slowly got worse over the years. He loved the high it brought him. That high seemed to make the day bearable whenever he was torturing the stars or dealing with something difficult. Could Polaris not see that he needed this? He cared not that the star might now want to change the world like this but that did not give him any reason to call him evil. Why was having ambitions evil? He was going to change the world for the better of mankind.<br/><br/>â€œThis negative feelingâ€¦â€ Earl muttered, â€œIt must be you that has caused the Negas to stirâ€¦ I thought I had been careful in disposing of the stars but there is so much I still need to learn.â€ A dark smile stretched across his face almost as if he had been reading Polarisâ€™s mind. â€œYou might have absorbed those inferior stars, but they still seem to linger.â€ There was a pause and his smile widened, â€œI can feel them.â€ He cared not about Karma or that it was a bitch, he wanted nothing more than to fulfill his dreams of changing the world and the way that mankind interacts with space. â€œMy brotherâ€¦ I donâ€™t think he would understand, though, he would only know that I was doing this for him.â€ There was a bit of sadness in his voice and it seemed like he was struggling to keep himself together.<br/><br/>No matter how difficult the task he was going to reach his goal. He would not need a machine or a suit to set foot into space.<br/><br/>He was doing this for mankind and his brotherâ€¦ What they had to his brother, just because he had been born with an illness, when he watched them murder his helpless brother who probably could not comprehend what was happening, had changed him. It had turned him into this delusional man who wanted to carry out his brotherâ€™s wish and get revenge on everyone and everything around him. Keeping all of those memories locked away, his hatred towards those who shot him down had grown. When he found out about star DNA the first time they had tried telling him the same thing but even now he was still determined to prove them wrong no matter how much they spit on him. He truly wanted Polaris to support him but he knew that was not going to happen. Was he upset about it? Of course he was, and his anger was growing.<br/><br/>The anger he felt was almost drowning out the pain in his hands. It did burn like hell but he did his best to block it out and keep focused. He would need to tend to his wounds as soon as he could once he was finished dealing with Polaris. Taking a careful step forward towards Polaris he brushed a bloodied hand against his cheek, â€œI may be dying slowly but I will be able to see the advantages. Youâ€™re going to work with me. I will do no more harm to you, for my brotherâ€™s sake, andâ€¦â€ Earl paused again, a devious look crossing his face. There was an odd sparkle in his eye that was darker than the smile he had flashed earlier, â€œI will allow little Emilee to go home. Iâ€™ll have to erase her memory of you and this place of course, but she will live happily ever after with her dear uncle.â€<br/><br/>Now that was a curious thing, wasnâ€™t it? How did he know that Emilee was living with her uncle? Not once had she mentioned it, and yet here he was spitting the information out to Polaris. The Negas, there was more than one now, seemed to stir again. They were muttering malicious things in a tone that was dull and lifeless. Over and over they were muttering that they were going to kill him, but that was all they were able to do. They needed Polaris to remember what they were before they could make their move, tear this man apart; somehow they needed to jog his memory. The great world creator star Polaris needed to have his memory backâ€¦ if they could think and feel anything other than malice and despair they might have been able to help. But alas they were powerless to do anything to help and only began to surround Earl behind him.<br/><br/>The small cell suddenly began to feel more and more claustrophobic.