Cornelius' exploits in the job had netted him a lot of things. Friendship of a sort with the odd folk who'd worked with him, millions in diamonds, and a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest that was quite pleasant. For a while. Then he began to notice that it wasn't going away, and that he could, in fact, feel something similair but much weaker coming from other peoples chests if he got close enough. Real close, to the point he could almost touch them, but there was definitely something there that he hadn't been able to feel before. It felt... good, like a warm hug or a well-brewed cup of tea, and Cornelius really liked it. He felt irritated, somewhat, at how it always seemed just out of reach, even if he was right up next to someone, skin brushing against skin, as if there were a wall he could never overcome. Until he did. As Cornelius was walking the streets of Johannesburg, making plans to get back home, he came across an injured child sitting on the ground, a nasty looking scrape on their knee, and stopped to help. That was when he felt it. The warmth built up in his chest flowed down to his hands, and he could feel the warmth in the child respond. A pink aura, like mist in it's appearance, gently flowed from Cornelius' hands and wrapped around the childs knee, the warmth present in both of them seeming to diminish slightly as the wound was rapidly closed. Trying not to think about what happened, Cornelius raised a finger to his lips to shush the child and left, now somewhat more hurried in his attempts to leave Johannesburg.

It was a long drive to the hospital, the party was barely intact enough to drive, only Cornelius still having working arms and legs and 'Mike' struggling for breath. After their arrival and treatment, the group were in pretty bad shape. Scars marred Conrelius's formerly perfect visage, 'Mike' had holes in his lungs that would probably never heal properly, and Amy might never walk again. Brig was pretty beat up too, though not quite as severely. Fortunately, and idea came to Cornelius. His powers could heal wounds, why not scars like these? After they arrived at Amy's home, Cornelius started to practice. It took a couple of weeks to be in any shape to perform his healing on someone properly, but by the middle of the month, Cornelius was confident he could fix up their scars. All that was left was the moment of truth. Amy was his first volunteer, her injury near debilitating already, and Cornelius spent a full hour just working on her with his magic. The pink mist-like energy emmitted from his hands seemed to react with whatever was going on with Amy's blood, resonating in some way, and instead of drawing on the internal reserves available to her, Cornelius just had his own energy... Cycle, for lack of a better descriptor. After about an hour, Amy's spine was realigned and the nerves were healing, and Cornelius felt sure she would be whole again by the end of the week. Brig came next, his scars easier to treat, but when it came to 'Mike', the treatment didn't take, something innate to his body blocking it from taking hold. Cornelius wasn't sure what it was, but with Amy's magic thing to help, he was sure he would find out. Eventually.

Cletus was a nice guy, all things considered. He wasn't super rich or swanky, but staying with him for a bit to fix up his leg wasn't a bad time. Sure, the bright pink cast probably didn't do his reputation around town any wonders (or maybe it did? Cornelius wasn't all that familiar with American small towns, surprising as that may sound.), but it guaranteed he'd be able to walk on it again. Eventually. In like a few weeks. Until then, Cletus was gonna have to keep that cast on. He seemed pretty grateful, though, and ended up cooking up some Magical Cocaine for Cornelius, which turned out to be his pay from the job. The ability to make magic cocaine. That was honestly pretty awesome, if Cornelius thought about it, he'd have to see about keeping in touch with Cletus.

After Cornelius got home, his own payment came in. He managed to get that pink mist he made to adhere to his brass knuckles, and damn if that wasn't nifty. He wasn't some super soldier or Captain America type, but his brass knuckles seemed to hit harder and take less damage from use with the pink mist inside, and the best part was, it wasn't even visible once he used it. All he needed was to figure out how to use this on other weapons, and he'd be the toughest guy in town. Maybe he could even use it on guns at some point, they certainly hit hard enough already to be worth it. He'd just need to get a license...