[O-oh damn... he hit Pittoo, he hit Pittoo. There might have been one time he'd have celebrated -- or maybe if they had been playing Light VS Dark at the temple -- but this definitely wasn't that time. He didn't want to hurt him, but...]
[...but what if that voice really wouldn't let either of them leave without killing the other?]
[The thought made him sick, but there was a thought that went along with it that was even worse, and his aim was suddenly off; he couldn't see through the tears in his eyes. It really... it really had to be him to move on, because if he was the one to die... then Dark Pit would cease to exist, just like what happened when he was trapped in the ring for three years.]
[He let out a sob as he pulled his bow back, blinking his eyes to force his vision to clear and trying not to sob.]
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[...but what if that voice really wouldn't let either of them leave without killing the other?]
[The thought made him sick, but there was a thought that went along with it that was even worse, and his aim was suddenly off; he couldn't see through the tears in his eyes. It really... it really had to be him to move on, because if he was the one to die... then Dark Pit would cease to exist, just like what happened when he was trapped in the ring for three years.]
[He let out a sob as he pulled his bow back, blinking his eyes to force his vision to clear and trying not to sob.]
Pittoo...!
[...and he let go.]