Mars is dead, Bobbie. Holden and this Havelock sonofabitch and Elvi Okoye, whoever the fuck she is? They killed it. Half the Martian government understands, and they're shitting themselves so hard, they won't have any bones left. Who the fuck's going to stay on Mars? A thousand new worlds where you don't have to live in caves and wear environment suits to walk under the sky. No one's going to be here.

Chrisjen Avasarala

Martian Tears

This is a letter to my people,

Those who abandoned me.

Those who ventured beyond Sol,

Into a star-filled sea.

…

Here, you've left me dying slowly,

Covered by rusty sands.

Not enough to stem the flow,

Not enough working hands.

…

But I know that you're committed,

Gone to parts I cannot see.

But if you still call yourselves Martian,

Please think tenderly of me.