[ The mention of Saturday catches something in her throat. She's been trying, so hard, to hold everything down. To keep sane, with what she's learned.

But, if she's going to address...what she's remembered, what she's been working on, in herself, then it's time to put that aside. For Connor's sake. Rebecca refuses to make the same mistakes again. ]

You really did, didn't you? And...you better do well, not to make it again, you hear? [ Her voice wavers. But she pulls him into a hug. ] But we're all just...no amount of anger born of worry can make up for how happy I am that you're safe.