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.
You idiot. Of course I'm not.
Spinner. Als ob ich Schiss hätte.
No seas estúpido, claro que no.
No seas estúpido, claro que no.
Idiot…
Bobão. Claro que não estou.