Glass begins having problems
to be able to see Loss due to all the sand swirling around them.
It is lashing against her skin,
causing multiple little spots on it to sting.
"I guess I scratched the surface, even more than that,"
Loss states, being the only one of the two who doesn't have to cover her eyes to prevent sand from flying in.
The sandstorm, caused by Glass' emotions makes it hard to see,
even to breath for everyone inside it.
"We have been at this point so often,"
the other one says again, keeping the initiator for all this quiet.
"And again I wonder if you can actually make it crack,
the prison you built yourself so effortlessly."
That is when the other one feels like her feet lose the solid ground
they are standing on, metaphorically.
"You think I do this so easily," she screams through the sandstorm,
barely able to see Loss in all that sand,
"It wasn't easy at all.
You act like you know me so well.
You act like I did this for fun or that constructing all this was made
by the snap of a finger but let me tell you it took years.
Years of blaming myself I had to live through.
Everything here wasn't made with the blink of an eye or even over night."
Loss listens closely, being taken aback of the sudden outburst of the other but also being aware of what her opposite is capable of, was it, what she was looking for this whole time.

Awareness of what she is able to do.
Awareness that all this doesn't weigh just a moment but all the years she spent on this earth.
Awareness that she lived through all of this,
that she was so hurt,
it made her built her own place.
The place she felt the safest in,
a place no one was able to get into but she.
A place so mighty,
made by the wish of always being protected.
But no one can stay in that safe place forever.
It will soon turn against each one of us,
will trap us inside the comfort zone we need to learn to overcome.

The comfort zone that is,
even in it's name,
nothing but an irony.