He waits a few seconds after Izzy lowers the sword before he follows suit, far too paranoid to be trusting that this isn't a trap and he's about to be skewered again. Taking a few steps back so he's out of lunging distance, he holds the knife at his side, but doesn't tuck it back into his belt. Not yet.

"The.. The ghosts?" He blinks. The confusion seems to have knocked him back into being this side of lucid. He shakes his head, "You don't see them. They're invisible."

You know, like ghosts.

Almost as an afterthought he clenches his fist and pushes it against the wound in his stomach, finally seeming to acknowledge that injury. "Ghosts don't bleed."