Most EGO gave the user some sort of rush, a feeling so strong they'd become attached to the gear. These were simple pink threads, he thought, easy stuff.

It wasn't flashy like AEDD or Telepole, and it certainly didn't have the same intensity as Binds or Fell Bullet. He could recall vividly how those red strands shackled him to the stone throne - there were a few times he regretted wearing EGO - that happened to be one of them. He couldn't stand the sense of loss from wearing Fell Bullet, either. All thoughts ran back to Catherine when he wore it, or rather... tried to, in the misty haze of red that burned the right side of his face, he'd only feel that he was missing someone.

He set his jaw and slipped a pink ribbon around his hand, palm subconsciously caressing the fine material and clenching tight. Sparks and tingles ran through his scarred skin.

...

what...?

Instead of carrying the weight of an unfathomable pain or endless rage, the feeling coursing through every nook and cranny of his being was...

No. That's silly!

But he couldn't deny the way he shivered as the rest climbed up to his shoulders, then secured around his waist and tied him up so delicately.

Every cross, every single tug over his body, brought a weak sound from his mouth. Soon, he'd have to grit his teeth and bear it. That's what the others did when using it, and he wasn't some soddin' pansy.

"Hahh... bit more, then I'll be..."

His words had fallen off his tongue in a slurred fashion. He didn't realize it at first, but his mind was reeling at this point.

Dizzy. Swirling. Floaty.

"O-Oi! Clockhead... this is..."

In a second, those ribbons cinched around his form, albeit a few lazy strips had formed along the way, leaving parts of his company suit bunched in various places, namely the chest area.

"Shite..."

He breathed out shallowly, his vision blurring in a pink haze. How could he fight when these damned things on his chest felt so tight, and his gut felt like it was burning hot; a deadly concoction of Roseate Desire?