His mind is full of birds and bloodshed. Emma lets the image soak in, making a note on her PADD. He is, until the session is over, her patient. She will continue to behave as such. The destruction and mixed representations of his mothers don't bother her in the slightest. She's seen worse.

"Of course." Emma says, nodding once. "Helping people develop and control their powers is my main calling." She sets the PADD down and folds her hands on the desk. "Are you currently able to control your ability at all? I noticed the gloves."