Garin would begin to slowly shake his head, his mind not believing what it was seeing. "The real Sawyer would have at least told us." Garin retracted his blade, cutting deeper into the old man's hand, and sheathed it. "You're not the same, Sawyer. I still don't trust you, but I won't kill you." Garin smirked, if only for a second, and muttered something under his breath. "Yet."