Natalya clearly doesn't like it, but looking over the other three options, she shakes her head. "No, I can't in good faith stop you. You're probably our best hope, from that aspect. Our Empaths can't seem to get through to her, so... it's worth a shot."<br/><br/>Before he leaves the room, Star takes his hand. "Good luck," she says, quietly.<br/><br/>As he steps into the room, he can<em>feel</em>the intense psychic pressure she's emanating, as if the gravity suddenly tripled in strength. Her head snaps in his direction, eyes focusing on him, as a single word echoes in his mind. <Why?><br/><br/>The word carries more weight than just a simple question, but<em>all</em>iterations of the question. 'Why did you bring me here?' 'Why are you here?' 'Why was this done to me?' and many, many more, all encompassed in that single thought, that single, powerful word.