Vitruvius: My sweet Emmet, come closer. You must know something about the prophecy.
Emmet: I know. I'm doing my best but... I don't-I don't.
Vitruvius: The prophecy... I made it up.
Emmet: What?
Vitruvius: I made it up. It's not true.
Emmet: But that means I'm just... I'm not the special?
Vitruvius: You must listen. What I'm about to tell you will change the course of history...
[pause then Vitruvius is dead]