Looking over at the being, James Star realized he did not have his abilities. Somehow this place negated and nullified what he naturally had. "Who are you? Are you here to torture me some more?" James had been emotionally scarred by the torture that had been done. The Star Clan was broken, and would never reform even if he did manage to get out. No, he would not reform the Star-Clan. They had failed too often anyway and were the laughing stock of the galaxy likely by now, their very name synonmous with failure.