Just read this morning’s post and feel sick about it. Strike first! What lunacy! I must have been really, really paranoid. Or was I feverish? I certainly didn’t feel well. I felt much better after a few hours sleep. The sweating is gone and the ache in my legs has receded to a dull throbbing, like I’d just finished a long race.
Armbranch was sitting close to me when I awoke. He still behaved like he was annoyed. But I saw something else in his eyes. Despite his grumbling and restless behaviour, I saw a softness there that betrayed some other, deeper emotion. I don’t know what it was. Worry, perhaps? I’d like to think so. We talked for a while, about simple things. Yet, no matter how I tried to prise information from him, he says little about himself or his purpose in the Envelop.
I think his intentions are well meaning, though. Even if he does eventually do me harm, he’ll do it for a genuine, practical reason, and not out of spite. He’s as much a part of this Envelop as the trees, the traps, and whatever else is in here. That’s the way things work here. Impersonal. Anonymous. None of it is personal.
When I asked if he’d like to see closer into the laptop, there was a real spark of interest in his eyes. He declined. But that spark is still there. I see it every time I open up the laptop.
As regular as clockwork, the wind above the trees came again today. Lying here I got a better look at it. Well, I didn’t actually see anything. Apart from the branches shaking over and back there was nothing to see. But I sensed something there, something… dare I say it, alive. Armbranch climbed higher into the tree shortly before it arrived.
Perhaps it was simply a touch of fever, but I’d swear I heard him talk to it.