Vash awoke to desperate laughter. Forced. Unnatural. Knives sensed him, turned, grinned.
"Look up, brother. Like shooting stars. Beautiful..."
Vash forced heavy eyes upward, past the twisted remains of their escape pod, into the night sky. Brightly colored lights tumbled down all around them, miles away, where they exploded in an array of reds and oranges, staining the stars crimson. Vash came to his senses, choked back an agreement.
"The SEEDS...You..."
Knives' grin twisted into a smirk. "For Tessla," he whispered, and Vash caught the light of burning ships glistening on unshed tears in sad blue eyes.