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[blindbirdboy]

"Yeah, they're real. Left one's ...hurt."

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[zealots]

And you still believe you are not one of my people? He still sounds amused, and also pleased now. Were you simply a mutate, even a second-generation one, your brother would have a mutation identical to your own. Mutates do not have the potential for genetic variation that our kind do.

Ordinarily, Iggy's explanation might have been difficult for him to parse out, coming as it does from his own personal understanding of his abilities, one only he could know. But connected like this, he understands what the boy speaks of as surely as Iggy himself can now understand how his own great powers function. Aye, I understand now. A secondary mutation, one that allows you to glimpse the electromagnetic spectrum as even I never could. A rare and valuable gift indeed, I think.

Come. He spreads his arms wide, drawing back enough to take control of his body again -- and Iggy's too, since the boy is still dependent on him for protection from the vacuum of space. You have seen what lies without Avalon; now you shall see within her.

Having glimpsed that brief, surreal glimpse of Avalon not just as he sees it but as Iggy sees it too, using his own unique senses, he wonders if healing the boy is even possible. Because he has considered it, right from the start, whether his abilities to reconstruct tissue damage might be something he could use to help him. But now he is not sure if doing such would not cause more harm than good to him. Clearly Iggy has had plenty of time to adjust to his current perception of the world around him.

Pulling his young pilgrim along with him, Exodus reaches out to bid one of the great ports open and permit them entry. From there it is not too long before Iggy will find his feet back on solid ground at last - or rather, a metal grating of a floor - and find himself able to move and breathe again normally.