"Ever since my parents died, I haven't had a home of my own. At boarding school, I had to share a dorm with people I hated. After finally leaving that school, all I could do was rent a place outside."
Polaris covered her forehead with both hands, instinctively hiding her expression. She said, "My powers once flared out of control, and my landlord threw me out. I wandered the streets of New York in the middle of the night. The only things my powers could do for me were keep me from getting too cold and save me from fighting other homeless people for a spot in a corner to sleep."
"Later, I joined the X-Men. I admit, it was a place with a very good atmosphere. Everyone greeted you with a smile, and even when conflicts arose, Professor X did everything he could to mediate and satisfy both sides."
"But I just couldn't stay there. I just... couldn't... Do you understand? Every minute I spent there made me anxious. Talking to every single person there made me feel miserable."
"Later, I left the X-Men. No one understood me. After I returned to the Brotherhood, things didn't get any better. I didn't want to see Erik at all. I didn't want to see that expression on his face..."
"Later, Mutants left Earth and came to the Andromeda galaxy. We got a beautiful floating island. I began fantasizing about having a home of my own there, a warm house decorated exactly the way I liked..."
Polaris lightly pressed a hand to her eye and said, "For that goal, I came to love that job, even though there was nothing special about it. It was actually incredibly dull and boring."
"With Erik around, I barely had to do any work. Every day