Dark Pit watches the battle with little amusement. Three of the fighters dueling on one side of the stage, whilst Robin charges up his thoron spell on the other. A viable tactic. In the end, the tactician emerged victorious due to his wits. Having come from a world full of war, the results of the battle were no surprise.
As Robin and the three other fighters emerge from the portal room, engaged in a pleasant conversation, Dark Pit watches and waits for the others to leave with an everlasting silence. Noticing the angel, Robin bids his farewells and congratulations to the other three fighters.
"Ah, you're still here," says Robin, striking up a conversation. "Did you figure out what I meant?"
"Not at all. I'm not the brightest. I'm a direct reflection of Pit, after all," Dark Pit replies, beginning and ending with a sigh. "You can't expect someone like me to understand that kind of stuff."
"Ah, but I can," Robin tells, pointing a finger in the air and with a book in the other hand.
Dark Pit lifts his head and sits a little straighter. "What?"
"I mentioned before that you are your own person, and it's true. Even me and the other Robin are very different." Robin wraps his other arm around the tome. "Although we share a spot on the roster and are often said to be the same, we're two very different people stuck in the same situation."
"How are you different?" asks the angel. Just like most of the fighters on the roster, he couldn't tell a difference.
"I'm often told that I'm more gentle and modest. She's more on the brash side." Robin chuckles. "She's more confident in her abilities than I am, and she often gets carried away, but she really is a kind person. We're two separate tacticians working towards the same goal."
"Why do you share a spot on the roster? I thought it was because you're the same person."
"Think about it. Why don't you and Pit share a spot?"
Dark Pit stares into nothingness and ponders. "Because I'm better than him?"
"Hah, not quite, but close. The two of you exhibit different abilities. Robin and I have the same weapons and tomes; we even share a name. And heritage." Robin goes on to elaborate. "The two of us come from alternate universes. Her world is identical to mine save for the fact that I'm replaced with her. And the events that happen correspond with the decisions she makes." Robin smiles. "They're not all that different from mine. But they aren't identical, either."
"Weird. I wonder what it'd be like if Pit and I switched places." Dark Pit glances at his dark wings, making them white in the eye of his mind.
"But the point is, no two people are the same. Just as you and Pit are." A slight pause. "Is there anywhere you should be going?"
"Huh?" Dark Pit's train of thought crashes. "No. But there is a favor I'd like to ask you."
"Oh? If it's something I can do, I'll be glad to comply."
"Yeah . . ." Dark Pit trails off. Crossing his arms on the table, he hunches over and his head sinks in. "I want to learn how to read. And write. And you know, that kind of stuff." Due to the mortifying situation he's in, the angel mumbles this, making it almost inaudible.
The tactician, who had adapted to conversing with dragons on a regular basis, has little problems deciphering what Dark Pit had said. "You're illiterate?"
"Don't mock me, jerk!" Dark Pit retorts with no hesitation, taking the defensive.
"I didn't mean it like that," Robin replies with calm in his voice. "I didn't know. Take it as a compliment."
"Why would that be a compliment? That doesn't mean anything other than you're stupid."
"It means you present yourself in a way that makes you seem . . . Superior. Confident. It's always nice to have some confidence." Robin giggles, having been reminded of his female counterpart.
"So you won't make fun of me?" Dark Pit asks, the hostility starting to drain from his voice.
"Of course not. That won't benefit either of us." He extends his arm forward, palm open. "I'll give you lessons, and they'll be secretive if you want."
"Huh? But how?" Dark Pit asks, not expecting the tactician to accept the request.
"We can meet at the lounge. I'll comprise a schedule for us." Robin smiles. "I'm excited to have befriended someone like you."
But the dark angel had yet to understand what was special about him. I don't understand. . . But I'll figure out, dammit!
Author's Note: I'm only putting this here for the sake of consistency. Does anyone else find it irksome that you can't indent for each paragraph?