That was enough for Len. They were leaving, and they were getting ice cream and a shit ton of booze. He held his baby sister and let her cry against him, but he turned to give Mark a short nod to signal that they were going.
Len tucked Lisa under his arm protectively and led her away from the grave back to the mirror portal they'd used to come into the Rogues cemetery.
"We're leaving- and we're getting wasted." He informed Mark as they started back."