Sin gave another twist of his wrist, sending Kessho back to sleep. Yui's words made sense, but SIn's pride over powered his feelings of guilt. For now he turned his attention to Noburo. "I'm not a kid, Noburo. 

"...last one there has to try and get that old generator running? Any takers?"

The boy's chance to make ammends with Yui. Sin was a thief before the Jakukumei, and a damn good one. That required quick, light fingers as well as light feet. Yui had enticed him into a game that couldn't be won. Not with his trusted friend in hand.

"As long as you don't burn the losers, I'm game."

The young man's innocence shined brightly in his words. Sin's smile still hid under his mask, but his tone of voice had definitely changed. He felt hopeful he finally found a place he belonged with this group of misfits.With his sword back in its sheath between his shoulders, Nguyen leapt into the air towards a far away rooftop, his blue robe blowing in the wind.

The rush of the chase was coming back, like the first time he got caught pick-pocketing. He was so young, and had just been sent to spy on the higher class for easy targets. But he wanted to prove his worth. Without warning to the rest of his group of theives, Sin sprinted towards a man, his ragged sandals clapping against the ground with every step, giving his position away instantly. He caused such a spectacle, most just assumed an attacker was in pursuit of the young boy, a few people tried to stop and help him. He had no chance of stealing anything unnoticed, but he couldn't leave now. So he ran straight into a man in front of him, knocking him down. Sin grabbed at a small pouch hanging on the man's side before taking off again at top speed.

 Even at that age, he was a hard one to catch. He made it back to the group after losing his assailants that witnessed his feat, and presented the small back of money in his hand. He was scolded for his carelessness, but it was the start of a successful life of crime.

Now Sin was ready to show off what he had learned through the years. Hoping someone else might join the mix.

'Clack' His feet land hard against the rooftop, and again he's back in the air, leaping toward a street light, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.