Our deadline approaches. Ulrich visited with the others with the notes which we have compiled. Despite the way in which he left them a few days prior, they seemed to accept his presence, and happily cooperated with him. I do not understand them. I suppose that as long as they provide their support, it does not matter how well we get along with one another. So long as I can stay within Ulrich’s good graces, it would seem that we shall at least present an illusion of cohesion. Thankfully, those who remain are not dead weight. In fact, they are rather capable. Excellent. So long as none of us break under the pressure, our work loads shall not be increasing unexpectedly.
The beast is not pacified. When Ulrich is not present to distract me, I can feel its grip upon my heart. Perhaps it is for this reason that I find myself drawn to Ulrich’s company, though the thought that I might be abusing his good will as a means to escape from my own thoughts leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Perhaps it is more apt to say that it is convenient that the camaraderie distracts me from that troublesome creature. Semantics aside, I find myself in good spirits during the day, but each night I know that I must combat myself to sleep. It helps to know that I am not entirely alone. But it is not enough. Not for the beast.
In our idle moments, I have begun to ask questions of Ulrich, as he does sometimes of me as well. Though he often speaks without any signs of cessation, I find that he gives me more opportunity to express myself than most as well. He studies me very carefully, as if searching my face or my body for additional meaning. Sometimes I glimpse him doing it even when we are not speaking. I suppose I am a difficult person to read. However, displaying my emotions so openly feels too intimate. Ulrich, by contrast, is very open and earnest with his feelings. Now that some of the initial shock has worn off, I feel I am coming to find it endearing. With each passing day, I feel my vigor returning.
I am also happy to observe that for all of his propensity for speaking, my new companion is astute, articulate, and well versed in whatever topic of interest that might arise in our discourse. He has a grasp of rhetoric that eludes myself as well, though I will rise to defend myself with the fact that it is not quite as easy for me to practice. I suppose my conclusion for the time being is that Ulrich Ron Lamperos continues to impress. He is a man of noble bearing who bears himself nobly. It is a pity there are not more like him.