Disclaimer: WHR does not belong to me - it belongs to the wonderful people of Sunrise and Bandai.
Amon had long suspected he wouldn't be able to kill Robin if her Craft consumed her.
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.