But Ender's mind had no problem flicking back to the stark vid images of Ben's body on the floor, blood pearling from slowly-deepening wounds. He tried to squash down on a rising sense of retroactive panic, but it wasn't quite working--

The noise the kettle made as the water approached the right temperature snapped Ender back to reality, and he turned around to take care of the kettle, silently berating himself for giving anything away.