-My mom is dead. -I'm so sorry.I know you were close. -Yeah, we were. My dad's down there all alone makes me sad. -I like your dad.He was nice to me. -He's nice to all his patients.Even the ones who lie to him. -What? -Why did you start seeing him in the first place?Constance thought you needed help. -I did. I do. -You knew you were dead. -Yeah.I knew. -Do you know why? -The cops shot me.Right here in this room. -Why? Why did they shoot you? -I don't know. -You murdered people, Tate.Kids. Like us.The kids that came to us on Halloween. -No...Why would I do that? -I don't know.Why'd you kill those guys who lived here before us? -I'm sorry.I was different then. -I used to think you were like me.You were attracted to the darkness,but, Tate, you are the darkness. -No. Before you,that's all there was.You're the only light I've ever known.You've changed me, Violet. -I believe that.I love you, Tate.But I can't forgive you.You have to pay for what you did.All the pain you caused.All the sorrow.You murdered my mother. -No! -You did!That baby— whatever it was— it killed her.I can't be with you.I won't be with you. -What are you saying? -I'm saying go away. -What?No, no, don't do this. -Go away, Tate. -You're all I want! You're all I have! -Go away!Go away!