It's... the armor's not mine, I guess. I wouldn't be a Power Ranger without — ( unbidden, billy's unconscious body comes to mind, and kimberly has to fight down the sudden tightness in her throat that accompanies the mental image. ) — without my friends.

( she takes a breath, closes her eyes; for a long moment, kimberly is silent, until her mind can relax and let the warmth of memory flood over her. jason's smile, trini's laugh, zack's sturdy hands, billy's bright eyes; they all meld together until kimberly is buoyed by the strength of their friendship and metallic pink pieces behind to cover over her skin. the face mask doesn't quite come, no need for it without danger present, so she's left with a small smile peeking out for malia to see when she finally opens her eyes. )

I think about them, and it... protects me, I guess.