“I-I heard what th-they said!! I-I know wh-what I heard!!” Cuphead buried his face into Mr. Cubby’s head, letting soft hiccups escape. “M-my mind’s made up!! I-if they think that I’m some sort of demon, th-then I-I’m gonna go wh-where demons go!! I-I’d rather go ta Hell than Hell on Earth!! Because at least there, I-I’d have the peace of d-death, right?!” For a moment, Cuphead thought about how much he’d miss Mugman and Elder Kettle, but then he remembered the exact way they told him that an asylum wouldn’t be too bad. The exact way Elder Kettle wondered if he was an actual demon. The knife in his soul twisted more tears out from his eyes. The amount of sheer betrayal was more than enough to fuel him further.