Rachel knew that the idea of this place, the promise of it, was something that affected her brother deeply. How could it not? Every time Nathan, or anyone else in their world tried something like this, it fell apart, usually violently. But seeing him, gun drawn, that expression on his face.

It chilled her. But she didn't argue with it. And when the gun went off, she barely flinched.

Her voice was soft, part of her knew that it might be wrong, hunting them down, but here in Rapture, what the hell was right? These people, these monsters, how much was too much?

"One down, how- how many to go?"