Garrot doesn't flinch. Well, the one facing the Protector doesn't. The one facing the Wizard absolutely goes wide-eyed and his jaw drops at the insane information he just got. It's then that he passes his staff to the other Garrot with one hand, and pulls out his phone with the other.

"You give him too much credit." Garrot shrugs, still maintaining his own stoic glare. It's telling, how easily including that the glow matters, because otherwise the Protector would probably just start attacking. "What's going on is that I've outsmarted you."

Both Garrots take a step towards the Wizard, applying distance. The quarterstaff disappears. The texting continues.

"This isn't her game, it's yours." He squares up into a combat stance. "You censor the companions so you're the only one we can trust. You don't tell anyone anything, and you don't listen." Garrot cracks his neck, looking ready to fight. "So anything other than blind obedience and acceptance means we're disappointing and killed, even if we're on your side." The clone sends the final message just in time for combat-ready Garrot to produce two swordbreakers as he bares his fangs.

"Just like my father, right?"