Sasha gulped back a panicked sob. Now that her rage was subsiding, she could feel exactly what that bullet had done to her. It wasn't the worst bullet wound in the world, but it was her first. The first was always the worst. She didn't trust herself to speak. She lifted her hands and dispersed the guns as he had suggested. Some of the guards were still holding on tightly to theirs and were knocked off their feet receiving nothing more than bruises, Sasha hoped. She'd done enough damage today, enough to get her a gold star from Hellfire.
Once she was sure the guards were sufficiently distracted, she let the bullets drop with a tired sigh, as if she'd been carrying a large piano on her back this entire time. It had worn her out all these shifts in emotions, and she might have been about ready for a nap if she didn't still have so much adrenaline pumping through her veins. She chanced a moment to properly look at Nico, lifting his arm and wrapping it around her shoulders to help him walk. She wanted to hug him and never let him go, wanted to cry and throw a little tantrum. But there was no time. And it was going to take a while for Sasha to figure out what the hell had happened to her out there.