[Light understood immediately. No mistake had been 
made. This was all occurring as part of Wily's design. 
A man who'd spent all of his life fearing and planning 
against his loss of control could not be undone by a 
lone boy and a bag of explosives. Light's eyes turned 
to the east. The industrial complex on the edge of the 
city. From a tower in the center of the complex, a red 
light pulsated. A second transmitter. They'd stopped 
nothing. Light fell to his knees and cried out into the 
night. He'd sent this boy to his death. The enormous 
loudspeakers, mounted to the steel walls surrounding 
the complex, began to howl. A voice followed the 
sirens.

Although difficult to make out amidst the commotion 
that surrounded him, Light heard enough to understand. 
He could make out the words, "threat to the safety of 
the city." He heard, "insurgent forces." He heard the 
loudspeaker commanding the frightened men and women of 
the city to return to their homes or risk being counted 
among the criminals. Even from the courtyard, Light 
could make out the thousands upon thousands of green-
helmeted robots marching from the steel gates of the 
complex. Wily had built a fortress. He had built an 
army. He had been waiting for this moment to unleash 
it.]

Tom:
Emily, a crowd has gathered here
And once again they fail to see.
You can't just set the world at someone else's feet
And not get trampled underneath.
And I think somehow Joe knew it,
He paid the price he thought he had to pay,
but Emily, that debt was meant for me...
That debt was meant for me.
This is not the world my father knew.
This is not the world, I know,
he would have wanted me to build,
But I can't undo it now.
It's like a train, and all its cars are filled with 
steel,
that I would stop if I knew how.
And it is bearing down on me.

So I will stand here with my shoulders square and tall,
and when the whistle blows, not falter,
but when the crash comes I will fall.
With so much steam and steel behind it,
I won't slow it down at all.

Oh God...
Oh God...
Here comes the arm.

[The building above Light shuddered. The weight of the 
screen and the metal framing that surrounded it 
overwhelmed the now destroyed upper levels of the 
building. He heard the sharp crack and whine of bending 
steel. He felt the quake of thousands of pounds of 
metal crashing into the earth and the marble 
surrounding him.

The explosion of steel and stone sent the crowd fleeing 
in all directions. Light barely noticed. The world had 
been crashing down around him for more than twenty 
years. He placed his hand in his jacket pocket and 
pulled out a small piece of paper, its creases cracked 
and splitting. He carefully unfolded it.

Soon, he would be with Emily. Only now could he summon 
the courage to read what she had written to him all 
those years ago. Only now could he bear to read her 
words.]

"Thomas,

Please don't cry for me. I know you never meant for 
this. I love you completely. Just remember that if I 
should leave you now, then in my final hour, I pray 
this letter finds you well before it all goes to hell. 
He could never cage the world. It's too big for anyone, 
and soon the dark will pass. I want so much to be with 
you but in my heart I know, Tom, the city needs you 
now. This city needs you now.

Emily"

[Amongst the turmoil and destruction, he could just 
make out the screams for help coming from every 
direction. Tom scanned the desperate and terrified 
faces of the people running past. He gazed once more 
into the flames reflected in the blast shield that 
covered Joe's face. He unlocked the helmet and removed 
it from the boy's head. Light looked at the bruised and 
battered face of a hero. A hero the city had lost. He 
spoke:]

Joe, when you see Emily,
tell her to wait for me.
'Cause I still have work to do...