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.
They will be our greatest weapons, 
as well as become our hope.
Aus ihnen werden unsere besten
Kampfmittel und unsere größte Hoffnung.
Serán nuestras mejores armas y se 
convertirán en nuestra esperanza.
Serán nuestras mejores armas y se 
convertirán en nuestra esperanza.
Eles serão as nossas maiores armas
 e também nossa esperança,