Fury is half discouraged and half relieved that they didn't find the mastermind behind the soul stealing ***tards. Oh, he would have loved to take a little revenge but, he rubs the new pink skin where timely healing kept him from being totally gutted, things may not have gone their way. And, after hauling all this stuff around he's looking forward to selling it and doing some shopping with his share.
"Not the success I would have liked," he says to his friends and companions, "but we cleaned up the streets a little anyway. How 'bout we head to the Dunn Wright's back room and divvy up this gear and sell what we don't need?"