The first thought that flew through Dark Pit's head was: Oh, fudge.
And then he was falling. The Chaos Kin's… ashes? Well, whatever it was, it wrapped around him tightly, preventing his wings from stopping their descent. He felt as if he was choking with fear as he fell farther and farther away from the floating platform. Never before had he tumbled so uncontrollably through the air, and he suddenly felt terror grip his heart. Was this powerlessness what Pit felt every time he had to depend on someone else to keep him airborne?
And then his mind flitted to the others still up on the giant, floating, rock. A sense of dread and bitterness bubbled up as he realized that they wouldn't come for him. There wouldn't be a rescue. After all, he wasn't Pit. He wasn't the precious, bright angel who did whatever he could to protect those he cared for. He was just a clone, and not even a likeable one. Dark Pit was going to die, or worse, and there was nothing he could do to save himself.
And in that weak moment when he found his hope rapidly dying, he prayed. Someone save me, he begged silently. Please, I don't want to die.
And then he saw it. Or rather, him.
He saw a flash of white as his light counterpart leaped off the platform and dived after him, reaching his arm out in a vain attempt to grab the captured angel.
Pit.
The aforementioned boy tumbled downward, struggling to catch up to Dark Pit as he yelled at one of the goddesses. He was begging, pleading, to fly. The dumb idiot was trying to save Dark Pit.
And then the angel's white wings stretched out as a divine glow radiated from the feathers. At the same time, they burst into flames.
Dark Pit's eyes widened in surprise as the fire seemed to engulf his counterpart's figure. Yet all the while, Pit's eyes remained trained on him. His face never gave away how much pain he must be in. It only showed his determination to rescue the dark angel. The genuine earnest that shined in his eyes killed Dark Pit inside. His prayer was being answered, but at what cost?
Dark Pit's newfound desperation to end both of their suffering gave him the strength to wrestle one arm free from the Chaos Kin's grasp, and he reached upward to bridge the gap between them. The two angels strained to extend their arms farther and farther as they fell, until Pit finally managed to grab his hand. The light angel pulled the dark angel closer, breaking the latter from the Chaos Kin's hold.
Dark Pit caught a whiff of the scent protruding from Pit's back, and he blanched at the smell of burning feathers and scorched skin. He nearly gasped in alarm, unaware of a sudden heavenly light surrounding them.
As the two angels were plucked out of the sky and dropped back to the safety of the floating platform, a new prayer formed in Dark Pit's mind.
Oh, God, don't let Pit die.