There was something strange about having a worst-case scenario laid out so simply by a rambling insomniac of a friend. David blinked, crossing the room absently to his desk. Juice, not something normally found in an office at midnight, and - You're going to have to wipe out all their memories - something was very wrong with that sentence. Something tended to seem wrong with anyone who could accept what David could do without cringing, since David himself could barely manage it.
"I feel as though you're either giving me too much credit, or the Professor not enough." Xavier said that he had everything under control, and while he was far from thinking the man to be invincible, David had to respect his power. "They won't shut us down - none of us here will let that happen, and if it comes down to it ..."
If it came down to it, he would wipe their memories, take whatever was necessary to protect this new family. He interrupted Arla's pacing, blocking her path with one hand on her right arm, as he pressed a bottle into her left hand. "Lemon-flavored water."