Throughout the course of our journey, Victor has seemed...paranoid, scared even. He always seems to be watching out for someone or something as if some beast will leap out at any moment and attack. He has been beyond anxious to recieve word from his family in Geneva, but when the letters arrive, he seems almost terrified to open and read them. I can't seem to figure him out. I often catch him glancing over his shoulder, or walking a little closer to me, as if to protect me. There has been occasions where the man went days without letting me alone. It has been quite peculiar, but I did not mention it to Victor. I suppose he is simply still experiencing strange emotions due to William's death. Oh, my poor, delusional friend! If only he'd return to normal!
I must add, though, that things became even more bizarre when we had almost reached Perth, Scotland. Victor suggested that he and I go our seperate ways for a few months to experience things on our own. I did not believe that story for one moment! I protested his plans, but my friend is as strong as an ox when he's got his mind set to something. I'm worried of what may come, I have a bad feeling about our separation. Perhaps I am just frightened I will be lonely, or I could be cautious of what knowledge Victor possesses. He obviously knows something I don't. Then again, I may just be worried for his safety. Either way, I simply cannot rest nor enjoy my trip until he is with me again.
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