Disclaimer: I do not own WHR and can only hope that I do justice to such an excellent show in this fictional piece.
Amon was dead. Through the choking concrete dust, she could see his broken body lying twisted and unmoving. She stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock and horror, her lips silently mouthing his name over and over again…"Amon…Amon…Amon…"
The falling pylon had caught them just as they were about to climb the steel ladder after Karasuma. Amid the general roar of the collapsing structure, they had heard the ominous groaning noise of the concrete as it too succumbed and fell. He had pushed her roughly then, his earlier words echoing back to her… "The only way to know if you should exist is if you survive." Though she had tried to deflect the bulk of the massive slab with her craft as it surged toward them, desperately and painfully turning her body, it had been too late. The pylon was coming too fast and her aim was not angled properly.
Her knees buckled beneath her as she fell toward him. Her trembling fingers reached out to touch his neck. Her hand jumped as if caught by her own flames. Could her fingers be telling the truth? She thought she had felt a pulse. She reached out again, lightly pressing beneath his chin and ear. YES! She did feel a weak but insistent heartbeat. It wasn't too late.
Unsteadily she rose and began to scratch and claw at the concrete lying across his torso. There was still hope… she was hope. Her arms began to burn, her lungs choking on the dust around her, her eyes stinging. Tears were flowing unabated down her cheeks leaving murky tracks in the fine grey powder that covered her. The debris was not moving. Focusing her last bit of strength, she aimed her craft at it. The fire blazed clear and strong and the rubble lifted off of Amon's body.
Shuddering and weeping she fell next to him. "Why, Amon? Why did you risk yourself for me again?" she whispered, frantically wiping at his face with the dirty hem of her black skirt. And then, miraculously, she felt strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her free. Through the dim haze clouding her vision she saw arms reaching toward Amon's still body. "Save him," she whispered.