Twenty-three years later, Sylvie could still hear his words as clearly as if he were standing next to her. She knew what she had to do now. She knew what Vash wanted her to do and she knew it was the right thing to do, for everybody.
Sylvie clutched her necklace so hard that the skull dug painfully into her hand. She concentrated for a couple of minutes when she heard the voice, fading away.
"Thank you..."
Sylvie let go of the necklace and sighed. It worked. He was free at last. She smiled and turned back to her dinner which was attempting to boil over on the stove.
