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.
First, I'll tell you our reasons.
Ich erläutere Ihnen zunächst
einmal unsere Sachlage.
Permíteme contarte nuestros motivos.
Permíteme contarte nuestros motivos.
Je vais d’abord
vous expliquer pourquoi.
Antes de mais nada, falarei dos nossos motivos.