"Cleaning is strength." Arthur mumbled to himself with a smile.
Through cleaning with the mop, Arthur was slowly gaining control over every one of his growing muscles.
Thinking back, Arthur was always a cleaner. From the time he had been left behind in the orphanage, his life as a cleaner had started. But it would abominable to compare that cleaning he used to do in the orphanage building, couldn't even be compared to the mopping he was doing now.
Every trial had made Arthur gone through many different emotions but this was different as one emotion took majority of his being.
"This is enjoyable." Arthur remarked as he vigorously mopped the floor with even greater strength and enthusiasm than before.
This enjoyment, he had never felt it back in the orphanage, instead in the orphanage, he cleaned out of a desire to not owe anyone anything, though that didn't end well.
The happiness he had now was real.