The fire blazed strong and high as the silent weeps and screams of the subdued Witch and Seeds ceased with an audible sigh in her ear. Robin stood there, momentarily frozen, overwhelmed by sorrow, as her fire burned them, feeling their silent relief and gratitude. "Robin." She turned to Amon, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

This shouldn't have happened. This weren't supposed to happen. They were not all bad. This is wrong. Even the worst of them didn't deserve this.

She wanted to scream and shout these thought, wanted Amon to understand that...that just because they were witches, doesn't mean they're all had to turn bad. Mere human overtaken by their imperfection and had drowned in insanity. That doesn't mean they should be used like they were, objects easily discarded. Expendables.

"We have to go."

Gazing into his tortured dark eyes and remembering how shocked he had been when he discovered how Orbo had been created, she didn't. He has too much on his plate right now. And so does her. As she turned to follow Amon and Miss Karasuma, she realised this roller coaster of events brought a lot of things out in the open. Her mother sacrifice, her guardian secrets and her creator truth. Everything Solomon had tried to kept in the dark and now failed. And now that everything is out in the open even Juliano wouldn't be able to stop the rest of Solomon to consider her as a threat and order her kill. Shaking her head, she tried and clears her mind, focusing on Amon back. She was so focused on her thought and fixated on following Amon that she heard the creaking of the ceiling above her a little too late before it came crashing. Amon apparently seen or heard it coming and she felt his strong tall body came down on her as he pushed them both away and down. Coughing and spluttering they both climb to their feet. She faintly heard Miss Karasuma calling out both of their name.

"We're fine," Amon started to answer but then they heard loud metals groaning and the whole structure seems to shake. Amon pulled her closer in his embrace, bracing himself protectively over her. "Go, Karasuma, we can handle ourselves."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go. Don't worry about us. Go." Not letting up his hold on her, he pulled her up and winced when Robin accidentally brushed the wound from Zaizen's shot. Robin gasped and looked at Amon in shock. She had forgotten about Amon injury.

"It's fine."

"But," She started to protest but Amon cut her off with a snarl.

"It's fine, Robin."

"We'll worry about it later." He added in a softer tone when he saw her wide eyed reaction.

He grasped her hand tight and started the other way, resolution, weariness and anxiety etched on his face. It is the most emotion Robin had seen on Amon usually impassive face.

They had escaped, alive and well but barely. Amon had been injured but he was the one that had dragged Robin as they flee through the woods toward his sleek black car. However did he manage to bring it there she doesn't know, considering she could have sworn it was left at the STN-J HQ. But it was a welcome sight. They jumped in and Amon had driven like the devil was on his tail toward some seedy motel on the edge of the city. Parking in front of the motel, Amon slumped in his seat breathing harshly. Taking charge of the situation Robin checked them in and together with her arm firmly clasped around Amon they stumbled into their room. Once inside, she half carried him to the double bed and dropped him unceremoniously on it.

"Take off your shirt; let me see how bad it is." Amon did what she asked, clearly knew better than to argue with the wilful girl standing in front of him, sitting up on the bed with a grimace. She sank to ground next to him, her eyes the same level as his tore rib. With light knowing finger, Robin pressed his ribs, slowly putting pressure. Amon winced when she pressed a tender spot and Robin look up at him, her powder green eyes apologetic. Moving her hand slightly upward, she pressed another spot and a short expletive burst from Amon mouth. Robin winced at the harsh word. Raised in a monastery, she had a very sheltered life. Meaning no, cussing. That all changed from the moment she had set eyes on the tall brooding man she is currently nursing. Now, all rules are null and void. Her mouth twisted wryly at that thought.

"What?"

Robin look up to Amon dark eyes, startled from her thought and blushed profusely. "Nothing, just a stray thought." She muttered rising to her feet, heading toward the first aid kit she had hauled in along from the car. Effectively she took some bandage, cloth and the alcohol swipe, her hand moving automatically from remembered practice. Amon watched her with hooded eyes, her lithe young body moving with grace and elegance that belay her age. She went in to the bathroom wetting the cloth with hot water before going to Amon side again. Gently she dabbed the wound, cleaning it.

She kept her eyes trained on Amon wound, deftly ignoring the feel of his rippling muscle under her hand and the way his tanned skin spread taut over his flesh. She checked the wound with trained eyes, silently assessing that no stitches are needed and begin dressing it. The whole time she does this Amon said nothing.

Finished, she sat back on her heels and her green eyes clashed with his dark gaze. Blushing, she tore her eyes away, and looked around the room.

It wasn't the most decent room to sleep in. The paper walls peeling, the carpet ripped, and the sheets faded. But it was clean. Sparsely furnished and just big enough that two people can move without colliding. And it has only one bed.

Flustered at her thought, Robin took the bloodied cloth and cotton wipes to the sink and swiftly burnt it to ashes. She turned the tap on, washing the remains away.

"Thank you."

Amon looked at her with dark eyes, frowning. She took a deep breath and look at him with a half smile.

"You saved my life twice now."

He said nothing, his enigmatic eyes piercing. She swallowed nervously and lowered her gaze. "I suppose that must have been a pain for you, saving a girl you're supposed to kill."

She felt Amon presence than hear him. Robin knew, that despite his size, Amon moves like a jaguar stalking a prey. She shivered at the thought and Amon tugged her head up so she was looking at him.

"If I wanted to kill you, Robin, I would've done it when I had my gun pointed to your head."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't."

A/N

Dun, dun, dun.

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