Several years blinked by.
After returning from seeing and learning of the Great Bloodshed, Kieran assumed his role as the teen Voiceless with alarming precision. Many birthdays passed unknowingly and without celebration. Like the years before, no fuss was made.
Of course, he hadn't truly lost himself, but he always put up the facade of having done so.
It appeased both Cardinal Weiss and the Flame to great extents. With that change came his falling into a strict rhythm. A spartan regimen of learning, training, understanding, and honing.
Regarding combat skills, rarely any of the old Voiceless could match him.
The seamlessness of this facade was accomplished through his attainments that deepened by the day. In years since his eye-opening experience, Kieran's understanding of Anatomy, Born, and Comprehend reached the purported pinnacle.