@floral-facade
The cheers and praise from the many citizens of Inkwell echoed in Mug's mind, they've burned the contracts which set everyone free from the devil. Still something didn't sit well with him, that something became obvious as he walked around the Isle. Did they(he) deserve their praise? After all he did go along with collecting their soul contracts, a job from the very person who most were avoiding in the first place. So surely the cheers they gave on that day had just been out of rejoice for their freedom, and not the ‘them’ specifically. As Mugs continued his stroll around Inkwell, his fears were more or less realized as he felt the cold stares from most of the debtors he had both walloped and freed. Mugman wasn't at all surprised or angry with them either, after all if he were on the receiving side of their wraith he would likely be upset too. It didn’t help the feeling of regret that pooled within him, but what could he do? Well perhaps an apology was the first step as that’s what he’d like if the sides were switched, though he knew he was more forgiving than he should be. Well there was no putting this off any longer, he was already half-way to one of many folks he owed a big apology to. Honestly he just hoped that Cagney still lived in that part of the forest he recalled, if not then he would most likely ask around until he found out.
