Fenix watches Garner cut himself, and there's no small amount of amusement on his face for anyone else watching to see. "Aw, that's cute, puppy. You wanna be my attack dog? Kill the people I hate after I'm dead? I mean, I have got some assholes you could go after for me.

"Here's the deal: You cut off one of your fingers, and I'll give you three names to run with, kid. I don't care which one. Just make sure you can live without it."