Such was the life of the many experiments the black order had to offer. They were considered the saviors of the human race yet they weren't accepted. They never could be, they were different. Being different wasn't exactly a good thing.

Kanda was definitely minding his business when he heard Cheif's voice. He turned his head slightly and of course, there was the armored asshole. He turned to look at the Finder's who were eying the green armor nervously. They must have thought the guy had a really weird parasitic-type innocence to be decked out in something like that. Kanda gave a grunt.

"What do you want."