Two words she's never been offered. To Reginald, she was a tool, to the kids? A source of comfort, protection, stability. Children aren't meant to reassure their parents but- they aren't a normal family now, are they? Something tight and uncomfortable loosens in her chest, making it easier for her to nod. When they're finished, they can go out-

She can go out. "I've thought about-"

Easier with every word, as long as she's holding onto Five's hand as a reminder. Why it's important she try. "Collecting the uniforms. The patches- and putting them away. We don't need them anymore."

She'd like to burn them, but coming around to that thought is still difficult.