Polaris struggled as he worked. â€œWhat you seek to do is impossible! You are killing yourself! Slowly but surely you are killing yourself. Every time you inject yourself with star dna is the more years you take off your life. Humans were not meant to inject themselves with star dna! It is like a poison as the bloods are not supposed to mix that way.â€ He said with gritted teeth. However, if a star and a human had a child that child would have star dna and be part star. He left this part out however because he was worried about what could happen to Emilee if he knew that fact. â€œSure you have a great ambition to try to reach the stars differently but the way you go about it is murder! How many of my kind have you tortured and killed to try to accomplish this feat?! You have killed them! Like Alistar! Like Nova! Like Hekari! You killed them and they absorbed into me what remained of them! You are bring your own destruction to yourself slowly but surely. Surely even you can see that.â€ He glared at him. â€œWhat if I donâ€™t want you to change my world that way? What if I donâ€™t want you to spread such poison throughout the world? The way you want to change the world is suicidal! At best.â€ He said softly. â€œI am a prisoner which you plan to torture...where in that should I feel honored you evil evil man?â€ He asked in a low voice. His eyes flashing with power.<br/><br/>He had to remember the man had Emilee but really his anger was boiling higher towards this man. He screamed louder in pain as the scapel plunged in even deeper causing him to bleed more. What else was this man going to do to him? To Emilee? Emilee... He had to protect her. She was important to him. He could feel the manâ€™s hand falter. His golden red blood dripped faster onto the mans hand. He shuddered as it hurt. He felt a presence that was like the stars he had absorbed on the way here...their remnants. Yet...it was different. Darker... Emptier... Vengeful... What was it that was there. There he saw a strange shape that was much like a human shaped heartless that was more blackholish looking. What was that? Something nagged at the back of his mind. He knew what it was. That being that held such a malicious gaze. He wasnâ€™t staring at Earl anymore. No. His gaze was on the Nega. What were those beings called? He knew about them. It was on the tip of his memory but he just could not remember yet. Emilee... Would these beings hurt her? No. He had a feeling they would help protect her.<br/><br/>The manâ€™s words about his brother brought him confusion. Why would you torture and kill so many for a man who was no longer amongst the living? Would his brother really have wanted him to torture and kill hunderds of lesser stars? The memories he got from the three he absorbed made him sick to his stomach. Would bring him nightmares when he slept. He could almost feel their pain. Feel what they were going through. Could hear what they said in their dying breaths. It was over whelming at times. What if there was more? More that his form could absorb. â€œYou killed stars that I would consider family. You killed off numerous stars who are now lifeless planets much like Jupiter and Pluto.â€ He said sadly. He could hear their screams. Their screams and beggings for mercy. It was horrible. He shook his head. â€œWould your brother really be happy that you are killing with such merciless actions Earl? Would he? Sure you want to get into space without a machine...but its not possible yet. Your technology on Earth has not reached that potential yet. It will...one day...but not any time soon. Earth is behind other worlds but one day you all will catch up. One day my favorite world will be able to search the galaxy...perhaps even into other galaxies. See the other worlds...â€<br/><br/>He shook his head. â€œUnfortunately it is highly unlikely you will even make it far enough to see even some of the advances. You are killing yourself little by little with the blood from my brothers and sisters. You killed them and in a sense...they are killing you.â€ He put a hand to his side. It hurt. It hurt really bad. â€œYou will die Earl...when you die...you might not even be worthy to visit my devil creation. You might not even make it to hell. Karma...is a bitch Earl. I know...I created her.â€ He closed his eyes as a warmth spread through his skin causing the bleeding to slow but it didnâ€™t heal all the way. "You might want to tend to those wounds evil man...I hear that burns hurt like hell." He winced from the pain in his side.