Request: Kougaiji, prompt "shine"
Kougaiji leaned against iron railing. Tears flowed, shining, from his mother's open, frozen eyes; and he cursed himself for his weakness.
"They want me to kill him," he said, unhappily.
"He does what should be done, speaks the truth, and takes care of his own. He doesn't take care of himself at all." He gave a laugh. "His companions are magnificent people and fighters. They follow him because they love him."
Kougaiji sighed at the memory of the banishing gun cold against his throat.
"If they will stop at nothing to kill him, then what will they do to me?"