Lucas healed the man's injuries, slowly pouring a bit of himself into the magic, and then went into a trance, hoping the others could protect him.
He entered the sleeping man's dreams, and very carefully made sure the man remembered that while he was defeated by mutants, that they were there to protect the civilians, mutant and human alike, and that he remembered that he was also healed by a mutant.
He had to hesitate for a little bit, tempted by that black part of the man's subconscious that ruled his fears and prejudice. It would be so easy to cut a little bit of it away, remove the deepest seeds of all the irrational fear and prejudice - but it would also be wrong.
Hoping that perhaps, by at least making sure the man remembered the truth, he had planted the seeds of some kind of hope, Lucas began the trip back to his own body.
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