[[In a workshop in a building overlooking the city argued that the two great men, whether or not the wheels turn.]] Light: My father worked the mines, until the day it took his life. It had him only by his son, and he got it from his wife. And I swore on his grave, one day I would put things right. So I learned how to bend steel, I have learned how you move it. And I watched as they put all the hell we men stood by. With hands of iron, there is no task that we could not do. You haveso long waited for this day, someone to take away the death, no son would ever say, "My father worked in his grave." Wily: Tom, listen to yourself, you hear me just fine. If you replace the working parts, you get a different machine. The man, who turns the wheels, they will follow anywhere he leads. We have spent our whole lives searching for a way to make a better world. Give everything to them asking nothing in return. Well here it is: our chance to take everything back to what we havedeserved. Light: You have waited so long for this day (Wily: You have so long for this day) Someone who take away the death (there is no price they would not pay) would have to say No son ever (been waiting someone another to carry it) "My father worked in his grave." (Turn your back to me slowly not to!) [[Light to the window overlooking the city. He knew he had no choice but to turn on the machines. They would come to this. To turn back now would be proven failure. Failure of his promise to the city...
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