That stung. Nico hadn’t set about to cause permanent damage, but guns kill faster and more dispassionately than swords.

“He already shot you once,” Nico says icily. If the man did it once, he’d do it again. And next time he’d have aimed for the head. “I knocked the other two out. I had to make sure I could get you here. You wanted me to skeletons and crack open pits or spear him on a stalagmite? With what time?! - he was between me and you and he had a gun. I had an opening, and I didn’t kill him! I could have judged him for my father and I didn’t. I’m sorry he lost a hand, but I’m not sorry he didn’t shoot you again.”