For the first time since he showed up in her office, a sympathetic look came over her. "That's what makes you a good leader, Scott." Her voice lowered, as she crossed her arms over her chest, "You at least recognize that you go into a dark place when things get bad. Not many can admit that, usually people justify their actions, you admit that it's a fault of yours. Now, do I agree that because you go to a dark place when things go wrong you shouldn't be a leader? No. I don't. That shouldn't stop you from leading the X-Men." Emma waved her hand passively, as if trying to shoo the thought away. "Ororo is a good headmistress, but do I think she can lead a team of superheroes? I don't."
Pushing off the desk, Emma rounded Scott, "But, I guess, that's just another thing you will have to learn on your own." Brushing past him, she opened the door to let him leave if he wanted.
"We'll start the memory scrambling tomorrow, darling. I want you to sleep on the idea and come back tomorrow after you had some rest.... and a change of clothes." More as an afterthought. Then again, Emma's priorities were likely different than his. Shower would be her number one goal, not seeking out a telepath to erase memories.