KYMON'S POV
Thinker looks at his feet and nods in denial. He seems more embarrassed than surprised now.
"No, I didn't purposely kill Winston," he says in a barely audible voice. "Aunt Helen always told me not to refer to what I have as a gift but more of a curse, just like the rest of my family had."
I raise a brow, confused. I urge him silently to continue, and he gets the idea quickly when his expression turns into something rather scornful.
He gives a disquieting hum and continues, "I'm just very… clumsy, especially when it comes to things I have a strong will to do. That's why—" He takes in a shaky breath, clenches his jaw, and forgets the mask of emotionlessness. "My arrow hit Winston. I had wanted to prove to them that I could, in fact, hit the bullseye," he pauses, lowering his voice. "And I didn't want to be sent into the solitaire or be murdered. I'm all my sister has."
