"This can't be everything,"
Glass sighs, acting all confident,
a small laughter following after her words as if she is making fun of her opponent.

The sky has turned a darker shade, the moon has doubled,
both seeming in no way connected to one another.
"You're right, this isn't everything. Or atleast not the only reason why you're here.
And you just portrayed why.
Your sensitivity is showing,"
Loss chirps, knowing her spot.
Glass avoids looking at the other,
who continues to speak after a short moment of snickering:
,,I am in no way saying that sensitivity is nothing but weakness.
You turn it into one though.
People often don't understand that sensitivity does not always apply
to the conventional thought they have of it. Speaking of crying or some sort of being simply quiet, not talking about feelings.
We turn into something different.
Look at the moon for example."
Loss turns in her spot, making the sand beneath her feet swirl up a bit.
She then points to said moon.
"They seem in no way relatable, like two different parts of their kind.
But when you look closely-,"
as she interuppts herself for a short moment,
Glass is actually able to see it.
The moons that she thought were two different ones,
one smaller, one bigger,
are actually the same.
It's the same moon looking like two from the perspective they're standing.
"Sensitivity is stronger, can affect more than we want to let it contain,
more than we want to accept.
It is in fact the epicentre of our
impulsivity
distrust,
accusing our fellow men of things they didn't intend on doing,
weren't even doing.
Because it comes from a place where we have been hurt.
The start of it all being people who hurt us so bad that we want to protect ourselves from it ever happening again.
So we start to be impulsive, to seem stronger, to scare our opponent.
We start to distrust the ones we don't need to distrust
because they have found us in the darkest of places.
But we also accuse them of
leaving us,
replacing us.
We become over protective, scared even when we are being told different.
Even when the people who actually mean it tell us we don't need to worry. Even then we don't fully believe them. That is because we are so scared if we accept it, if we accept being happy and content with it all, that it all comes crashing down right after."

And with every step that Loss takes, the sand seems to swirl up, not seem to calm down.
With realisation, the sandstorm builds up around them.