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.
He is a powerful weapon for us...
Aus ihm ist eine Waffe geworden,
sowohl auf dem Mars …
Él será el arma que necesitaremos...
Él será el arma que necesitaremos...
Il deviendra une force
d’attaque importante.
Ele é uma arma poderosa... Tanto em Marte...