The minutes elapsed quickly, they both engaged fully trying to pin back the other in a respectful way. Yet the tingling feeling turned into an uncomfortable tension in me. There were very few moments where they were looking at each other in the eyes, and when this was happening one or the other would look immediately away.
It looked to me that in that Playfight, and probably in their daily life, each of them was deeply longing to connect with the other but being seen open and vulnerable was too scary, too awkward to maintain, leaving an unfulfilling sense of separation.
At the end of the 7 minutes, the applause from the Circle that marks the end of the first ritual was taut, almost metallic. The faces in the Circle were tensed, I guess what they saw reminded them how hard is sometimes to connect with the people we love the most. Maybe even with their own father.