Polaris Archean has been watching you for a while now, in his hundreds of thousands of years of watching over the people—he’s never quite been as interested in a human as much as he has you.

He sighs and leans back against the leather chair in the office he’s resigned himself to, watching you through the orb on his desk.

Polaris hums thoughtfully, he’ll find a way to protect you one way or another…. Despite the constant trouble you get into, he thinks you’re worth the stress.