Dark Pit could recall most of what Pit's memories from before he appeared from the mirror, and Magnus was the most recent of those memories. To Dark Pit, he looked like a sort of ideal; independent, strong, and unafraid of talking down even a goddess's messenger. What made him perfect was that he was human; he knew better than any god how corrupt all of their kind were. So when he left the day Pit had defeated Hades, Magnus was the first person he had thought of.

He hadn't been hard to find; Magnus was known widely as the most powerful human, and word of him spread fast. Apparently, Pit had left a good impression on the warrior, because Dark Pit found himself with a hearty recommendation into his mercenary group.

The group itself was lucky enough having Magnus's strength on hand, but Dark Pit was infinitely stronger than all them. Some felt bitter, others tried to take credit for it somehow, but overall Dark Pit was willing to work for his share and they gave him something to do, food to eat, and a place to stay.
For it all, Dark Pit felt a sense superiority over all the gods. By living among them, he felt more entitled to speak for them than any god living above, too absorbed in their politics and power struggles to remember the people that gave them offerings and prayed to closed ears.

But for it all, Dark Pit had one weakness, and he told himself it would be nothing, but he should have known better. He and Pit were one and the same, and the one thing that angel wished more than anything was to fly.
Sitting surrounded by that large, flat expanse of earth, Dark Pit felt like the sky was everywhere, enveloping the whole of his vision and taunting him. He'd stare up at that sky for a long time, imagining himself flying again, and would hardly notice Magnus's voice calling the nickname that, despite himself, had started to become familiar.

"Hey! Plum pit! Earth to angel-boy, do you read me?" Dark Pit looked at him and sighed, and Magnus gave him a knowing look.
"I can't do this…." He slammed his fist against the earth in frustration. "I need to go back."
"It was bound to happen. Your kind doesn't belong down here."
Pit looked at him sternly. "Don't think I'm going to become like them! I-"
"I know, I know! Don't think I haven't heard your little monologue a thousand times." Dark Pit nodded, suddenly unsure of what else to say. "Well, how are you gonna get up there?"
"Same way he does it. Pray." Magnus let out a strong, one-syllable laugh.
"You? Pray? And I guess that sky up there is gonna fall down there and meet us?"
"That'd certainly make things easier." He allowed himself to toss back a smile of farewell. "Hey; tell the others I said goodbye, okay?" Magnus just gave a grunt and nodded, watching the second angel he dared call a friend rise into the clouds.