"Did you want to feel different?" Emma arched a brow as a broad smirk curled on her lips, "I could make you feel a wide array of things, but I assumed you wanted this as painless as possible. It will take some getting used to, but eventually - give it a few hours - your mind will continue to push those memories out of the forefront of your mind and things that you do want filtering forward will arise." Rapping her nails on the table one time, Emma nodded. It all made sense in her mind, but whether it made sense in Scott's mind was a different story.
"Did you know there were that many blocks up in your mind?" Emma nodded towards him, as she pushed off the table that faced him and paced around the room. "It seems Charles was protecting your memory extra carefully, did you have any idea that he did that?" Idly tapping a jar on a shelf, Emma watched as something bobbed in the green liquid. Something even she didn't recognize.
Emma was fairly certain if she learned someone messed with her memory like Scott's, she would render them incapable of ever having a pleasant experience ever again. Then again, that was just Emma. Maybe Scott didn't mind so much? Emma just felt, if it was her mind and her memories, she would want some sort of control over them whether that was for better or for worse. Maybe that was just the telepath in her speaking.