Something from deep within Xavier's core writhed through the murky, mudy waters of his mind to rise to the surface. Subtle and almost subdued, but powerful enough to weather the restraints of the illusions shrouding his consciousness.
A thought. One sparked from a truth that could never be tainted by any power in the world. The truth of love.
Mom would never serve black peas to me. She almost passed out in fright after my horrible allergic reaction to them when I was five. I had to spend a couple of days in the hospital, and I still have the space themed shirt she bought from the hospital's souvenir shop.
Also, Mom never calls me Xav.
The moment the first thought sparked clarity in his mind, strings of other confusions connected, forming a long chain of coherent truths that dwindled the effects of the illusions which thrived on lies.
