[Strangely, Damian doesn't seem pleased nor upset about Kanda's answer. His face is as flat as it had been when he came into the training room in the beginning. A man who lives by the job, or so Kanda claims.] The warrants don't make the rules. [He slides the toe of his boot under the discarded stave, hefts it up so he can catch the length along the middle. It spins along his arm and elbow, and he catches it vertical by his side.]

Following the jobs you take without question will make you mindless. You kill and spare just because someone writes it down for you? [The stave gets hung back on the wall where it came from, and he heads for the door with the water bottle in one hand.] The people that get in your way are still people. You're just on the side that paid you better.

You've never failed a mission? [He pauses at the door, glancing back.] There's a first time for everything.