The heat coming off Polaris was unlike anything Earl has ever experienced before. He was so use to the other, more inferior stars that admittedly he had underestimated the full potential of a world creator star. Coming into this he had been well aware of what he would be facing but thought he would be strong enough to stand against it without much problem. Being proved wrong was surprising and he made a mental note not to fuck up again despite the fact it was only human error. Surely he would not last long even after he injects himself with Polarisâ€™s DNA, or even a star greater than Polaris if that was even possible. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the scientist in him that still listened to reasoning was well aware he might not survive if he entered space. Yet even then he was not going to throw away his ambitions.<br/><br/>Crazy? Delusional? No, he was neither of those things, and he was not psychotic either, in fact he was far from it. Was it wrong that he had ambitions?<br/><br/>â€œWhy? Why do you resist? Canâ€™t you see Iâ€™m trying to change the world? You shouldnâ€™t fight me, you should feel honored.â€ He had thought that Polaris would be proud of him for wanting to think outside the box and do what was not humanly possible. Instead he was fighting him, telling him he was crazy like everyone else had. It was infuriating. And just as the heat coming off of Polaris became more intense so did Earlâ€™s emotions. He plunged the scalpel deeper into the wound, the golden-red blood covering his hand as a chuckled passed by his lips, lips twisting into a smirk. The deeper the blade went the more intense the heat became.<br/><br/>Polariâ€™s blood burned Earlâ€™s hand like he had stuck it into scalding water. The hand that held the star against the wall was beginning to shake slightly. Overall he was starting to falter. No matter how much DNA he injects there really was no way he could stand up to this for long. He was human, not a star, he was still vulnerable. Any normal person would have let go by now but he was determined to get that DNA, he just needed a little more; it was because of the DNA that he was not letting go. But even he had his limits. When he felt his sleeve beginning to stick to him he knew he was beginning to bleed his hand was being burned that badly. At first he had tried to ignore it but the pain was slowly becoming more and more unbearable that he had no choice but to let go.<br/><br/>He backed away from Polaris, hands shaking from the pain, shielding his eyes. Reaching under his coat he pulled out his sunglasses and put them on so he could meet the starâ€™s livid gaze. Taking in slow breaths he smiled Polaris, â€œItâ€™s such a shame that my brother canâ€™t be here to see this.â€ There was a pause, â€œNo. Actually, Iâ€™m glad heâ€™s unable to see this. I doubt he would be happy that Iâ€™ve just hurt his favorite star.â€ Sorrow filled his tone and he looked away for a moment, wincing as he clenched his fists. He looked down at his hands, shimmering gold yet still felt like they were on fire, and sighed, speaking in a softer tone now. That had taken a lot out of him, the heat. â€œAt least I can fulfill his dreams now; itâ€™s my duty as an older brother to make him proud.â€<br/><br/>No sooner had he uttered those words, he felt that dark presence again. There was something behind him, glaring at him with malicious eyes. Over and over again, a voice echoed in his mind:<span style="font-style: italic">â€™You will payâ€¦â€™</span>