Shen Wei has been similarly coerced into making a kite. He can stare down a foe be they alien, human or monster, can endure screaming, violence, and astonished surprise, but face him with a small gaggle of giggling children and he's entirely defenseless.

He accepts the paintbrush and the paper, still staring at it rather shellshocked when he hears someone else who's also failed to evade capture by the youths. He glances at the rune he's painted - it looks...wobbly in comparison to the child's drawing.

"What is this one called?" he asks, his eyes reluctant to look away, misshapen though it is.