The cobalt hedgehog growled in frustration, glaring down at the faintly glowing blue rings around his wrists. Inhibitors. The damn cursed things felt very odd, to say the least. It was as if they were sucking the very life out of his veins slowly, yet not killing him either; they were the perfect balance to make him feel drained yet full of energy at the same time. It was filling him with a strange, unsettling sense of unease. He felt chained yet free, content yet miserable, panicked but… calm. It was confusing to him, and when he was confused, he got irritated