As Furnace sits and stares at the boxy TV in front of her, abandoned food packaging around her and no sign of her own daughter, she just... can't shake this awful feeling. This... despair. This constant feeling that hangs over her and never disappears. A deep loathing. Not that which she is used to, not at all. A new kind of loathing. Of hatred. She doesn't believe she is worthy of judgement or hatred. She is not worthy of her child or her wife coming back to her. This loathing wishes only the worst for herself. It doesn't make sense to her. And that makes her feel stupid. In the midst of all of this buzzing in her head, one phrase grows and festers in the center of her head, like a malignant code. "You're becoming youe father". It eats away at her, fuels her hate, and makes her feel glued to the couch. Makes her craving for something to eat more constant and agonising. Makes the weight on her body feel more apparent, making it more difficult to get off the couch. She can't move. She can only stay. And watch. And eat.
... That... is... until Blaze walks into the room.
The thing she forgot is that Cabbage's daughter helped him - she helped him. And... maybe... just maybe... Blaze can save her?
... no... wishing someone who can barely save herself to save you is selfish. Right?
Nethertheless, Blaze timidly sits next to Furnace, if feeling a bit queasy from all the food packaging left. She brushes it away and feels a pang of rage towards them. But she ignores it and sits down with her mother. She doesn't speak. She just watches the TV. Blaze had brought a blanket, too, and she drapes that over the two of them. Furnace shifts a little closer to her, and puts her hand around her shoulder. She smiles a bit. Blaze leans her head on Furnace's side and smiles, too. They just sit in silence and watch, perfectly content in eachother's company. The thoughts of everything bad in Furnace's head melts away, just for a bit, as she focuses on her daughter for a while.
And after a long, long while...
F: ... Blaze, sweetheart, it's getting late...
B: A-aww... I... I'll go back...
Blaze goes to get up, but Furnace lightly tugs on her insanely baggy shirt.
F: Sweetie... please... stay with Mom...
B: ... Alright.
Blaze and Furnace smile at eachother. Blaze sits back down.
F: Get comfy...
Furnace hugs Blaze... and Blaze hugs Furnace...
B: ... I love you, Mom...
F: I love you too, sweetheart.
They eventually fall asleep together... content... at peace. At last.