Don't worry, love—we know it wasn't your fault.
Just like it wasn't Phaeton's.
But at least you didn't fail the sun; you only failed yourself.
And didn't your hounds feed well?

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You should have known better than to hunt in her forest, Actaeon.
You should have known, after all, what becomes of mortals who dare to see the Gods.

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Goddesses, despite their beauty, are quite timid.
They feel the need to compensate when women nearly surpass them.
Just ask Arachne, dear hunter; that gentle weaver has quite a story to tell.

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Now—I get off topic.
You were in the right. You did not know, could not;
You are a man. You could not help it.
The Moon Lady is such a gorgeous creature, like the moon itself;
It was not your fault you felt compelled.
And in the end, what does that change?

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We know, we who come after.
We know and we feel for you.
Poor man, poor hunter; your eyes saw too much.

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But, at least, your hounds fed well on your flesh.