Sinestro arched an eyebrow when the woman approached him. Well, not woman so much as young girl. A teenager, in human standards. but she was far from normal. Apparently she was capable of tracking him down, and clearly she could fly. If he had to wager a guess, he would say she was a kryptonian, if only because her costume completely gave her away. She had the same symbol on her uniform that Superman wore on his- which probably meant they were related. If the powers matched, it wasn't too far-fetched to think. Still, it was a little confusing. She was the same female from before- from when he had found himself on earth without any proper explanation. If she was related to Superman, then why was she so insistent on calling HIM father? they clearly weren't related.

She was an entirely different species, and he was pretty sure only Soranik was his daughter, though she didn't like to admit it.

Frowning, he watched the girl as she pleaded for him to stop and go back with her, telling him that she would help him remember who he was supposed to be. This got a scoff from the yellow lantern. "I am who I'm supposed to be," he informed her bitterly, pointing his ring at her once more, "and I'm not going anywhere. Can't you see that I'm doing something important here? Shove off- I will kill you if you do not heed this warning." The dragon on the streets below continued to stomp around, completely unaware of what was going on above him. For the time being, Sinestro did not direct the construct to attack the young girl. Something kept him from doing it, though it was a thought that only gave him a headache to try and acknowledge. It seemed a better idea not to try and spare her. A less painful idea.

The girl looked ready to cry, and Sinestro smiled. "Tell me, child- what makes you call me father? I have no connections to you, and I don't plan on making that change anytime soon." He watched her, tilting his head slightly to one side. Most of him wanted to mock her for her very obvious fear of being left alone, but there was a much smaller part that simply wanted to know more about the life he apparently had before he remembered the power of being a yellow lantern.

Hypothetically. He was still telling himself that they were all just lying to him, and that nothing of his past life was actually real. Humans, and those connected to the humans, were not to be trusted.

Of course he could never actually like them.

Sinestro listened, but nothing she said seemed to change the angry look on his face. She was saying so many things that he simply had no memory of. It seemed a them recently- everyone had some memory with him that he just didn't remember. But why? Why did they all have these memories, but they were taken from him? That was the story, anyway. Stolen by some kind of witch or something. However, Sinestro didn't like thinking that he was missing out having lost the memories. No: he didn't need them. He didn't need things like emotions and family slowing him down.

There was a mission to be completed, and he was going to see it through to the end, no matter what. No strange Kryptonian girl was going to change that for him, either.

In the end, it only made his head hurt more.

Pausing a second, he moved a hand to his forehead, pushing back the splitting sensation he got from trying to think back to any kind of memory involving her. It hurt. It hurt to try and remember. He didn't want to do it. He didn't need to. Growling, he looked at Kara again, rage flashing through his eyes.

"You speak nothing but lies!" He snapped at her, "and I will have no more of it. What I do is for the benefit of the whole universe! I don't expect some simple-minded child to understand what I hope to accomplish. Stay out of my way, or I will destroy you!" Why wasn't he just attacking, though? What was making him hesitate and offer her a chance for escape instead?

He just couldn't figure it out.

Sinestro watched her, frowning. He should have been happy to see her suffering so much. Something in the back of his mind told him he was supposed to be enjoying what he saw, like he had some kind of command implanted in his brain. However, though he was supposed to be happy, he did not like seeing the strange Kryptonian girl so upset. It hurt him, and not just with a thudding headache. One day, he was just going to have to get used to that pain, since it seemed like it happened a lot around all the earthlings.

He was surprised when she attacked him, getting knocked back by the heat blast. Thankfully, his ring protected him while he was using it for flight, the light around his body acting as a shield. Still, it was a surprisingly strong attack. Maybe he should have expected it from someone from krypton.

They were no slouches on the battlefield, apparently not even as teenagers.

"So, you think you can fight me?" He laughed, "that's fine!" He said it, but he wasn't so sure it was going to be fine. Something told him this girl was special. That he... no, it hurt too much to think about. Memories were there, but he just couldn't lock onto them. Instead of focusing on something so painful, he charged into battle, swinging a fist at Kara's jaw with his ring powering his fist while propelling him forward. Since he knew she was strong, he would have to use as much power as possible to try and fight her off.

Or he would have to make an escape and reconsider his options. Considering how much she seemed to alter his emotions, though he had no idea why, that might end up being his only option.

Not that he was going to go down without a fight, mind you.