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Once upon a time...The whispered words rang in her ears as she turned, searching for the source.
There was a young Witch...an Eve of her kind...
"Amon?!"
She cried out, whipping frantically around. It had sounded as though he was right behind her...
A Witch...and Witches must be Hunted...
Green eyes widened as Amon stood before her, once again, in Nagira's room. Centimeter by centimeter, the trigger moved back...
But I don't think of her as a Witch...
The gun fell, with a loud clatter, to the floor. Somehow, she was leaning back, Amon's hand against her cheek, his face close enough to hers to...
She Hunted her own kind...whispered a new voice, an old voice. Methuselah. The woman sat in a chair before her, smiling.
"I don't understand," Robin began, but Methuselah merely chuckled.
"It's the same story, playing out again."
"The same story?"
"Your story. Retold by millions, as they wonder. Tell me...why did the Eve disappear?"
"Disappear? But...I never-"
"You did, you know," Doujima said from behind her. Robin, bewildered, turned to the older girl. Doujima flashed a grin at her, and leaned against Robin's Vespa. "The Factory collapse killed you. At least, that's what we told them." She paused, studying Robin. "I wonder if that's the truth though?"
A Witch who would be able to feel sadness...might be able to understand humans...
Robin blinked. "It's...me?"
You won't be forgiven...
The roar of flames in her ears...the sounds of screams...A rumble of collapsing cement, and the smell of dust.
I'll kill you...before it consumes you. A clock ticked and somewhere, she smelled coffee.
"Amon?"
She spun in circles, frantically trying to make sense of this. "This...is a dream..." she murmured, clutching at her pendant. That much, she was beginning to understand. She wrinkled her nose as a whiff of cigarettes and damp reached her senses.
I think I'll leave Robin to you, Amon. She's too much for me.
"Nagira? What do you-"
Robin...Amon's voice drifted to her ears.
And she lived...no, they lived...together after. Warden and ward. Watchdog and prey...Adam...and Eve.
"Adam?" she whispered brokenly. "Amon?"
Robin...Robin...
"Robin." She blinked, and consciousness sank over her like a lead weight, heavy and unyielding. "We're nearly there. Get ready." She nodded at the man seated beside her, and began to blink the sand from her eyes.
Adam...and Eve...
"Amon?" she asked, as she began to place items back into her carryon bag. Her warden glanced at her. "Are you...familiar with fairy tales?"
"Not really." And the conversation stopped at that.
