I'll stand beside you. (I stand alone.)
You're still their hero. (Then they are fools.)
This cannot be the only way. (You will see.)
They don't deserve this. (When this is through,)
Now more than ever, (Mankind will fall.)
We are their hope. (They would not stand.)
They know no better. (They would not fight.)
They are not ready. (They never will.)
Even now there is hope for man. (My father's words!)
Your father loved you. (He still believes?)
His heart was broken. (His only weakness.)
His greatest strength. (Now we shall see)
You are not evil. (if they will stand)
You are not broken. (beside their hero)
We both know they'll never fight!
Protoman: You finally get it.
There are no heroes.
Mankind is doomed.
You will never have another Hero. You will never have another chance. You
will fall because you never tried to stand for yourselves!
Human Choir: Destroy him!
You can save us!
You can save us!
You're our only hope!
No man saw the blow. The light was blinding. The crash was deafening. The
two brothers stood feet apart. Both in pain. Only Protoman fell. His knees
hit the ground. His weapon followed. Before he could fall any further
Megaman was at his side. The brothers, the Sons of Light, embraced. Protoman
was dying. Nothing could stop that now. Protoman looked up through strained
eyes and tried to speak. At first nothing came. Summoning all his remaining
strength, Protoman whispered these words into his brother's ear:
Protoman: If these people...tell this story...to their children...as they
sleep...then maybe someday...they'll see a Hero...is just a man...who knows
Protoman was dead.
The crowd seemed pleased.
Megaman finally understood.
There are no Heroes left in man.
Human Choir: He could not save himself.
How could he save us?
For all the blood he shed, (Megaman: As I live)
Your brother failed us. (There is no evil that will stand.)
There's nothing you could do. (I will finish)
You had no choice. (what was started:)
Why do you cry for him? (The fight of Protoman.)
You are our hero.
You are our hero!
Megaman: You are the dead.
The fallen body of his brother at his feet, Megaman removed his helmet
and began to walk away from the fortress. The remaining robots looked at
their broken leader, then at Megaman. Without orders, they would neither
advance nor retreat. With eyes full of rage, Megaman looked over the whole
of Mankind, turned his eyes back to the robot army and lowered his head.
Slowly, he loosened his grip on his battle-scarred helmet, letting is drop
from his hand to the ground. The robots immediately turned from Megaman and
cast their eyes towards the fortress. Dr. Wily stood high above the robots,
high above the crowd of men, high above their broken heroes. With a wave of
his hand, the robot army had their orders. They advanced on the crowd to
punish them for their thoughts of rebellion. Men fell in waves. Those most
eager to watch the bloodshed were the first victims of the slaughter. The
sound of Machines marching into a screaming mass did not cause Megaman to
turn. The sound of children crying for their mothers would not pull his gaze
from the far edge of the city. The sound that finally caused Megaman to
pause long enough to look back on the burning city was the voices raised
over the din, chanting almost in unison: