

WitchIt was during the Hunt that Amon realized he no longer thought of Robin as a child.Witch
She still looked the part - wide, innocent, green eyes...that frail-seeming, slender frame that held more strength than he had believed possible.
She still sounded the same - timid, uncertain. Desperate for approval. Naive.
In every way that mattered, Robin was still the same. Still the girl he had worked with and protected. Still Robin.
But as he watched her defeat Sastre, Amon realized that she wasn't a child. She was simply...a Witch.


ScorchedAmon had long suspected he wouldn't be able to kill Robin if her Craft consumed her.Scorched
He just hadn't expected this.
Her flames licked at his body, almost teasingly. He managed to squeeze the trigger once, but her cold, coy smile as the bullet missed told him the fight was over.
And as his flesh charred, Amon had time for one last thought.
Maybe he'd never known Robin as well as he thought he had.
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