"I tried to save you... I did. I tried to make you throw them up. You threw up some, not enough. You took so many Violet. You died crying. I held you. You were safe. You died... loved. I hardly feel anything. I didn't want you to find out this way, Violet. You or your parents. I had this idea that if you chose to die... with me... you wouldn't be so sad. I never wanted you too see this. I'm so sorry, Violet."
Tate Langdon, American Horror Story
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