No, no no no no no -- Kevin's saying it so much in his head that he doesn't realize he's started saying it out loud, too, until his mom interrupts him sharply.

"Kevin! I taught you better manners than that."

This is too much. He can't be expected to deal with this... this... He knows it's not his mom, but he hasn't seen his mom since he sent her away. The more he looks at her though, he can see where she's just an imitation, just a projection.

"But Mom -- " She holds up her finger, and even if she isn't real, it shuts Kevin up quick.

"I don't want to hear it. Now, go set the table."

Kevin looks from her to Dick, his fear turning slowly into a kind of determination.

"I want Dick to come help me. We're friends, right?"