Calvin? Was he talking to Furnace? Was he calling him Calvin?
He was remembering how that place had been their hometown. Had it been?
Aside from the dark place, Furnace had never had a home. And now it was broken.
But the collector of friends gave him a new name. Was that unique to him alone?
As Furnace pondered these things Separ stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the other strangers.
He grabbed Furnaces hand and spoke in confusing words.
Was he infusing Furnace with a new name? Was this how it worked?
Furnace was grateful, though he didn't quite understand.

He felt warm lines along his hands, blood ran along Separ's arm!
This reminded Furnace of the voice judging him for not spending his energy.
A good chance to return a favour. Furnace would repair his wounds and fill him with energy.

Golden coils of energy jumped from Furnace and ran up Separ's arm, burrowing into the cuts and bruises.
The feeling of surging positive energy was relaxing and energising, Furnace's stomach turned at the thought of channelling negative.
But he was going to later, the voice had never been wrong after all.
"We'll fight and run together."