Avalon is far too pissed off for the mind control to work - it's based on fear, and fear is something he is all but immune to.
"Shut. Up." he snarls at the voice in his head, his right hand raising high with his blue ring aloft. While the construct he summons forth, to him, is a sword... the construct takes on a form that is relevant to Donald in a way that only he can see and understand.
"Your fear and avarice will be healed, though you in no way deserve it." the alien spits, as he brings his blue light to bear, cutting into Donald with it.
Unlike a normal blade - this one does not cut. It reaches into the other man, looking for inner wounds and cracks in the spirit, and fills them up with healing blue light. Hope.
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