Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
Sorry... I've got to get going.
Sorry. Ich muss langsam zurück.
Lo siento, es hora de que me vaya.
Lo siento, es hora de que me vaya.
Désolé, je dois y aller.
Desculpa, preciso ir embora.