Solace in Misery
Kieran laughed hysterically, although the situation was far from hilarious. Madness is what he would call it. His body had awakened a power he couldn't wield without having a terrifying brush with death.
He stared at his hands where the skin had fallen off as if tender meat. The muscle remained, but there were small holes through which he could see ivory bone that shone with an almost metallic luster.
Kieran had always been curious how an Inhuman's body was being reforged as they were stronger than average humans, evidenced by how much load and strain they could endure. The current equipment would quickly become obsolete at this rate if Bastion and the other's physical prowess continued to make drastic strides.
As for Kieran, he was no longer keen on how much weight he could move, how fast he could run, what his reflexes were like, or how much force he could generate.