Ironically, I was listening to Caramelldansen when writing this...

Dear Whomever it concerns,

I've decided to come out and write what I've never told you or anyone. The truth.

I've always been the complete opposite of my light twin. You know him, either as Kid Icarus or Pit. Out in front of everyone I play my part as the defiant, 'cooler' version of Pit. 'I serve no one but myself' kind of deal. But when I'm alone, I don't want to be like that at all. I wanna call me myself when I can smile and laugh carelessly at the stupidest of jokes like Pit can, but no matter what I try; I can't be my own person. I can't be anything other than a copy. I'm nothing but a negative copy of him, and I can't ever feel the joy he feels when he's smiling, or when he's enjoying a dip in a hot spring. Sure I can feel the water and how hot it is, but I can't ever feel relaxed or at ease. For these things alone, I am truly jealous of my light counterpart. All I feel is anger when all he feels is joy, I feel remorse while he does not. It just pains me inside, that's all; but I'm no stranger to pain, or to the guilt I feel after looking back on how hateful I am to my twin. However hate is the only thing I can show him because I won't ever be able to show him a true smile of how I want to feel. My empty apologies go to you my brother, Pit. I'm 'sorry' I can't ever make you or anyone else happy. So I've decided to write this letter of farewell before I left. I want to find something to make me whole, because you and I both know that on the day you became 'you' and 'I'- we've never been whole. This is the reason why I did it, this is why I left.

Goodbye, I'll -

Dark Pit, or Pittoo

Pit re-read the last words over and over again. He wiped his nose as a drop of rainwater landed on the letter, splotching the last words of his farewell. he looked up at the sky as more than raindrops streamed down his face. He bowed his head, wishing he had been a much better older brother by listening... He folded up the letter and took it to his room, placing it on his nightstand where he had found it that bleak, cloudy morning.

"Did you find out where he went?" Palutena asked, her voice barely a whisper as she placed a hand gently on his shoulder while he laid his head on the desk.

"He's gone, that's all I know," Pit replied, closing his eyes tightly. Now he was able to pinpoint every moment Pittoo needed to talk to him as he looked back on his memories. All of those moments that he'd done nothing for his younger brother. After Palutena had left him to be alone, he lifted his head up and glanced at a photograph of him and Pittoo side by side. Pittoo having his arms folded over his puffed up chest while Pit was all smiles.

"If there was definitely one thing you couldn't be better at, it's hiding away your true feelings," Pit sniffed, pulling the photo down and holding it close as the rain steadily continued on outside. He looked back down where the droplet had splotched the ink on his letter and sniffled once again.

"I'll miss you too, brother."