Xavier's lips purse as he takes in the words, this time... earnestly trying to find information to connect it all to. This level of discomfort is something he's seen once or twice in his time, and... well, he's trying.

People are, after all, nearly inimitably complex individuals.

"... I understand." His voice softens a little, the first change of inflection thus far. "... The voice spoke of 'perfection' when I arrived. I do not believe they would bring you here if they were not intending to assure that your daughter is taken care of."

Of this, he's reasonably certain - especially for humans, it would be pointless to bring them here under the guise of betterment, only to cause suffering, wouldn't it? He is broken, but... "I am also unable to admit to certainty, however. I am sorry I cannot provide more helpful information."