Moira: I don't want to be here anymore! I'm frightened! I miss my mother!
Constance: You think I want to stay in this world of death and rot and regret? Try to find some dignity in the situation. Move on, missy.
Moira: I can't. I want to, but I can't.
Constance: Every time I find my heart breaking just a sliver for you, I suddenly remember. You made this mess for yourself. And I also remember every time I see that ghostly eye, that I was and continue to be a hell of a shot.