Another of the group stepped into the fray. "You didn't have to do that!" A quivering young man stood at the back of the group, his arms crossed in a subconscious attempt to protect himself from the vile people around him. His blue robe swirled in the wind, swallowing his scrawny build of a body. In his crossed arms he tightly clutched Kessho, his bastard sword zanpaku-to, the only thing he trusted in after finding out about his family's history. He wore a white raccoon face mask with a black band over the eyes. Through those black eye holes he saw an innocent man go up in flames. Sin looked down at the ground and caught a glimpse of his mother's Haori under his blue robe.
"I mean, you could have just left him alone...H-.....He was already dead!" 
Sin Nguyen uncrossed his arms, held Kessho horizontally in front of him, and gave a quick strike to the sharp side of the blade with his hand. "Be Broken!" His blade cracked and crumbled, leaving only the hilt while, at the tip, a black liquid seemed to form. Sin gave his wrist a twist and a drop was sent to the burning body. There formed a cone of black glass. "You shouldn't mess with someone's body like that. Its disrespectful." he softly spoke as the glass smothered out the flames. His demeanor was calmer now, more focused.