Wally pushed the bowl of mint chip chocolate toward Bart, invitation to help himself with another spoonful. "No."
"I have a lot of reasons for that. So... hear me out. Uh... It's not that I want you to get in trouble. I don't. I'm not trying to make you break laws or anything. But..." He scratched his his hair, trying to think how to word this. "Um... You know how when we use the speed we just trust our gut on how to use our velocity? And how so long as we trust that gut, all the barriers fall before us, so... that gut feeling on everything is really important. Well, a lot of our fellows have that, too. And a lot of people's guts are screaming that something bad is on the horizon with all of this."
"I'm registered because I can't afford to fight law enforcement and still help as many people as I want. You have... well, a complicated past.. future? You don't need that out in the open yet, and if things do turn out poorly, I want you out of the firing range.