"A Soldiers death, what the hell is he thinking, there is no such thing." Mumbled Booker as they all headed into the next room, no one else but Elizabeth said anything, she however asked what Slate meant.
"he means that he is going to send all his men to die at my hands, for nothing, there is no fame or glory, when you die it's over, end of the line, everyone forgets you."

Amy and Kain knew what he meant, the pair didn't want to think of how many people they had forgotten back in that aquatic hell hole, but Booker froze up when they entered the next room, in the easiest sense, he was down a trip in memory lane.

The man decided to go down a corridor with a sign above that read "The Boxer Rebellion", Slate stated that it was his hand that had set the place to the torch but Comstock told the story differently.

They continued onwards, eventually entering a much larger room with several cutouts, depicting Asian troops perhaps, Elizabeth said that she had read about what happened but when she started explaining, Slate's voice boomed over a loudspeaker.
the man had barely gotten a few words off before Kain finally had enough of it.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP? YOU WASTE YOUR SOLDIERS LIVES FOR NOTHING AND YOU STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE QUIET?"

That sudden outburst had silenced Slate and everyone else.
"Thank you, I swear, you have to be Sofia's relative or something."

Amy laughed at that remark but more soldiers came rushing in, more good men and woman, put to death while they still had much they could live for.

"Do you see young miss? Do you see what Comstock wishes he was? A real soldier-" started Slate's voice before Booker interrupted him, telling him he didn't want to do this, asking Slate to give him what he needed, but the man told them to meet him at the ghost dancers, Booker knew where they needed to go and they all started heading to the other display area, leaving behind the dead troops.

As they walked through the display area, depicting 'The Battle Of Wounded Knee' Slate started to talk to Elizabeth, saying things about Booker and Glory, Tin Soldiers and Silencing.

Booker was unable to hide it when they headed into the large room of the wounded knee display, Elizabeth blurted out that he was there, she could see it in his face, and he didn't try to deny it.

DeWitt looked to the ground but he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, Kain had a firm yet soft grip, just to remind him he was there.
"Elizabeth, please, we all have things we don't want to be reminded of, something like this, I know what it feels like Booker, trust me."

The girl nodded her head but Slate started talking to them again, Amy was ahead of him this time and stood with weapons in hands for the soldiers, tearing them apart before they even had a chance, the only soldier that proved to be a challenge was one that had crows at his command, Booker however put a bullet in the man's head with one shot.
"THAT IS ENOUGH SLATE! I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS! I HAVE NO QUARREL WITH THESE MEN!"
"Heroes never ask." Was Slate's reply, it sent a chill down Booker's spine.
"I never claimed to be no hero Slate."
"Than what are you?-"
Kain had grown tired of the senseless talk and spotted the very well hidden loudspeaker in the room, firing at it with a carbine until it fell quiet.
"I am so tired of people like that, damn it, thinking they know us."

The silence was the only few moments that seemed to be calming for Booker and the others but they couldn't waste their time any longer, they needed that Shock Jockey so they decided to head back, hoping to run into Slate.

When they returned to the room that split off to the displays Slate spoke, he kept it short, saying that he had what they needed and telling them where to go.

After a quick brawl with some soldiers they headed down the last corridor, to 'The First Lady Memorial', Elizabeth complimented the woman's eye for fashion, making Amy look up to her picture above the sign.
"It sure looks like it. Now, let's get this done, this place gives me the creeps."

What lay beyond the doors further unsettled Amy as Elizabeth read the inscriptions, Kain stopped for a moment to look at the statue when he got an idea.
"Kain, no." stated Amy as she saw the look in his eye, the man sighed and grumbled as they kept going on.

The next room revealed a horrifying truth to the group, Elizabeth was the daughter of Comstock, she tried to deny it as try and Booker tried to make her realize the truth but they both fell silent as the statue of Comstock holding a baby suddenly burst to flames, there was very little damage to the stone but it did grab their attention as intended.

"Listen to me, Both of you. Just because of What you are doesn't make you Who you are, so Elizabeth is Comstock's daughter, that makes no difference, she is her own person, Family is NOT a matter of blood but a matter of who really matters to you, I have seen how a mother ostracized and experimented on her own Daughter to turn her into some kind of a saint while a single man that had no real ties to the little girl showed her more than that Bitch Sofia every did, my point is that, family is earned, not instantly gained because of blood."

Amy walked to Kain slowly, gently reaching to his hand, trying to calm the man down, he had become very worked up over this.

"Alright, maybe you have a point, look let's just get the Vigor and get out of here, do you think you can pick that lock Elizabeth?" asked Booker, he could see blue veins start to show on Kain's hands, he didn't want to think what it could mean, Elizabeth saw the lock he was talking about and said she could try, she was able to pick it with ease.

Kain was still rather annoyed but they all carried on regardless, Elizabeth was quickly enthralled by the next room and Booker decided it would be a good idea to let her have a look around, maybe give Kain some more time as well, but Kain and Amy was ahead of him and about to head into the next room when they stopped by the sound of rushing water, they had heard it before but somehow it sounded louder, clearer, the pair turned and walked to where the water was rushing down a wall, the natural substance had the pair staring at it for a rather long time, both lost in thoughts.

"I don't think I will ever get used to this, not seeing water everywhere outside."
"I know what you mean Amy, I know what you mean."