He's trained not to react, it had been part of the test for his ritual: no flinching as the solution took his left eye or he'd fail. Yet that training fails him in the searing ricochet of a spectral and cold knife digging into his knee.

Garner gasps and his leg buckles, causing the blade to just bite at the surface of skin, but not cut in as he shifts.

His free hand grabs for his knee, checking for the weapon he expects to find only to find empty air. "So...is that it? You want respectful conversation? Or did I hit a nerve?"