May I truly learn the grim gravity of these deeds… May I awaken to the truth that such things are not for my hands to profane. I am not worthy to lay a single finger upon it!
Though thou shouldst strive without end, and gird thy soul to face the tempest anew… the final hour remaineth unchanged. Naught shall shift; thy destiny is writ in stone.
Wherefore such boundless folly? To be swayed so lightly by passing shadows… Dost thou not recall the ruin that hath already befallen thee? Look upon thine own wretched self
Behold… Look upon the ruin thou hast wrought! What madness hath overtaken thee? How, by the gods, could such a fate befall thee? How is such a thing possible? How, Pan?!
Never do I rue the hours that befell, nor the fleeting moments shared with thee. Yet, my heart is burdened with bitter regret for the deeds I wrought in days bygone...