A few minutes later, Onyx returned carrying a large, black saxophone case. Ignoring her companions' puzzled expressions, she set it on the ground and turned to face them.

Looking at Vash, she said, "I assume that your curiosity has been pleasantly satiated?"

Vash nodded his confirmation, "More-or-less."

Smirking, she turned to Knives and nodded in his direction, "And can I assume that he took this well?"

Flinching beneath her gaze, the lavender-eyed twin looked away, and biting his lip, replied, "Yes. I suppose he took it all relatively well…"

Onyx Faustnoir nodded approvingly, "Good. Knowing my origin will probably make it easier for you to understand my motivation for stopping this fight," she paused and retrieved a velvet bundle from somewhere inside her coat, "or at least making it even."

She knelt before the box, and gesturing for the two brothers to do the same, began unrolling the right side of the bundle. "Within this bundle," she whispered so quietly that the brothers had to strain to hear her, "Within this bundle is your legacy; salvaged from the ruins of Lost July…"

Turning to face Vash, she held out a silver pistol that gleamed like quicksilver. "Vash the Stampede," she began almost ceremonially, "This belongs to you."

Vash nodded solemnly, "Thank you."

Onyx shook her head, "No. Thank your friend, Chapel."

The 'humanoid typhoon' tilted his head, a puzzled expression etched on his features, "Chapel?"

Puzzled by his response, Onyx was silent for a moment, but then she simply sighed, "How thoughtless of me." She shook her head, "Of course you wouldn't know him by his 'Guns' code name. It's much more likely you would know him by his true name, as Nicholas D. Wolfwood, the infamous gun-slinging priest."

Vash took a step back, shocked by what he had just heard, "Wolfwood was one of them?"

She shrugged, "Only at my request, and even then, quite reluctantly. You see, Nicholas and I are old friends, and you could say he owed me a favor, plus I agreed to send half the money from all my bounties to his church to help support their orphanage……a very interesting man, that Nicholas Wolfwood."

Sighing, she gazed at Knives, and finished unrolling the rest of the bundle to reveal a matching gun of a strange, black metal that gleamed with an eerie, ebony glow. Holding it out to him, she caught his gaze and held it, "This belongs to you, Knives Million…use it as you see fit."

Knives broke away from her gaze and ran his fingers over the gun's sleek metal casing, "Thank you…but what about you?" He looked up at her, "You can't use Angel Arms all the time…using it too much, too frequently could kill you!! And…" He thought to himself, And you know I can't bear to live without you…

Onyx stared at him for a moment, almost as if really seeing him for the first time, and for a minute, he feared that she had heard his silent confession. Then she laughed weakly and shook her head, "Don't be ignorant! Of course I have another weapon!" Quick as lightning, she erupted into a flurry of motion that ended in two guns resting comfortably in her slender hands. The guns were made of the same glossy, black metal that Knives' gun was made from, but these weapons had deep red jasper handgrips that were engraved with skulls. "See?" she whispered so only he could here, "You needn't worry for me, my friend, as I am obviously not lacking in defense."

Vash blinked in amazement, "Well, that's really cool, but I'm curious. How did you know these were ours?"

She tilted her head in his direction, never taking her eyes off Knives, "It was easy. You're names are engraved on the handles." Sighing, she flipped the twin guns back into her duster, "However, I must go."

Knives opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late, and the clever gunslinger had already been replaced by a large, black she-wolf. Shaking its furry head, it turned and bounded up the slope of Jeneora Rock.

Suddenly, the wolf looked back at him, smoky gray eyes flashing in the moonlight. Do not fret, Knives Million my friend.

Knives shuddered as the telepathic message echoed through his consciousness. As if sensing his discomfort, the voice grew quieter.

We may yet meet again…and besides there was a mental shrug, I like you Knives…you're a very amusing man. again there was the mental shrug. But now there is another I must speak with, and so I take my leave.

Unsure as to exactly what her statement regarding him had meant, Knives simply nodded, and waved unobtrusively in the direction in which she had vanished. "Goodbye, Onyx………"