She succumbs to the compulsion of the relic

Staring at the glove, Arcee couldn't look away from it for a second. The artifact seemed to call out to her, like a moth to a bright light. Gradually, an opaque fog rose in her mind, resolving her mind to think clearly, and her eyes glowed with a pink sheen. Then her body began to walk toward the gauntlet not of her own free will. She dropped her radar to the floor, her gaze and thoughts focused on the glove.

Arcee didn't notice she was already standing over the glove and reached out to take it in her hands. However, her mind was able to escape the glove's influence for a while and her hand barely touched the glove. She noticed that she was acting out of her will, realizing that something was wrong with her, as if her mind was in control. But then, her gaze returned to the glove. Her eyepieces glowed pink again, and her own will was suppressed by an unknown ****. Finally, Arcee's hand picked up the glove from the floor, succumbing completely to the influence. Then solemnly and slowly she put the glove on.

Putting the glove on her hand, Arcee began to admire it and gently stroked the metallic and cold surface of the glove, and she herself involuntarily smiled. Gradually her bond with the glove strengthened. It was as if Arcee could hear the glove's voice, as if the relic was trying to communicate with her, seductively whispering softly in her ear. She can feel the relic's energy spreading throughout her body, doing her nothing but good.

The core of the glove glowed pink, pulsing like a heart. Arcee feels the artifact give her warmth, driving her dark (or not so dark) thoughts away from reality. She doesn't even notice how she's changing in personality, doesn't even notice how she's becoming OTHER.