"As expected," Emma said passively, "You spend seven years believing you're one person just to remember that you're not that person at all, and then to be expected to sleep a full night on your first night back from learning you actually are a different person? I would have killed myself a long time ago." Was that sarcasm? It was hard to tell.
Emma nodded as he seemed ready to just dive right into this plan, "Well, I assume that I full permission to dive into your thoughts and memories, Scott?" Arching a brow, Emma leaned back against the table that faced him. "Technically, you don't have to do a thing, but I would think you want to see what I'm doing, just in case you ever want to unlock those memories once more."
Emma crossed her arms over her chest, her mind all ready diving into his. She was flooded with memories instantly, most of them very recent from his return. His conversation with Kitty, and then Ororo. The students he met and attempted to remember their names. In hopes of stirring those memories to the forefront of his mind, she labelled them, placing name tags on each student in hopes that it would help.
"The mind, Mister Summers, is a very fascinating place," Emma was no longer talking verbally to him, her voice was projected through his thoughts. Her telepathic voice was very different than her speaking voice, it was like a chorus of heavenly cherub. Deceptively sweet and innocent, pure and wholesome as she guided Scott's mind with her own. "It's full of labyrinths, twists and turns and locks and walls. One could get lost if they're not careful, but I assume that your former fiancee...? wife...? girlfriend...? Whatever she was, and that man you considered a father-figure explained that to you ages ago. What I'm going to do is take those seven years and lock them behind a wall that only you - and perhaps I - would have the capability of breaking down should there actually be a memory in there that you want."