Seriously!?" Midas was awestruck, 'I mean... I guess it makes sense. After all, now that I think about it, his third sentence was: The only thing that exists is the one who observes your thoughts--the immortal soul, or in other words, you.'
Even though Midas was still in slight disbelief, he smiled. He grinned, even. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of winning, because why not!?
'If I moved closer to my goal, I should cherish the feeling. I don't want to be consumed so deeply by my desire for victory that it makes me forget to enjoy the journey there.' He thought to himself.
"I'm curious now..." Dorian said, "You are very strong, Midas. Much stronger than before. I want to see to what extent that power goes."
"What?" Midas immediately asked, "How so?"
"Let's fight," Dorian replied with a smirk.
"Nope." Midas barely let Dorian's words fall out of his lips before rejecting the proposal. He turned, slowly walking away.
