Journal - Twigman, part two

Officially, the only person (barring Agacyra, sort of) that I ever wrote twice about. Not sure that's something to be proud of.

I went to visit him again, because I had spare time and didn't feel like tinkering with the pendant (I'm making a pendant, for the record to myself) - and I saw the man frantic, hyperactive and borderline insane. Not only he was rambling and pacing, his heartbeat was so rapid I could almost hear it myself. Turns out the daft git decided to make an endurance potion for some bastard or another and tested it on himself, because that's what an intelligent life form would do. For an intelligent person, Elias Dimheim is sometimes a moron.
We talked and apparently, the man's going insane, or so he at least claims. Bouts of insanity, trouble sleeping, restlessness - when I said it's a clear sign of overworking, he obviously dismissed that. I noticed he's obsessed with the passing of time, and he spoke on the matter - he worries he will die alone, with no heir nor recognition. And yet, he doesn't get attached to people, for fear of feeling the same thing he did with that Blackburrow gal - pain, rejection and countless infuriating behaviours of a spoiled girl that nobody ever said no to. Admittedly, I know little of her, but what I did see - seems to fit what I've been told. But both the rumours and the person are irrelevant. What is relevant is that Elias - about the only person I can call friend and actually mean it - is stressed and afraid of death. I can't exactly get him a wife or a son, but I can try to help the idiot get healthy and preserve what's left of his reputation by not having the git show up at the Soothery, higher than the bloody Caradhras. I won't test his crap, not my job nor concern, but I will visit the man, make sure he sleeps (even if I have to choke him unconscious again - wonder if he's miffed about that still) and has someone to talk to that is aware of his lunacy. Maybe he'll have that episode again and we'll figure something out, since the other doctor he's working with apparently wussed out after the first time. Quality coworkers.
Feels like I'm starting to care. I'm not sure how to feel about that. Or about the fact I went to that Peaceful Peach place, to hang out with the man, the owner of the place (apparently Twigman promised he'd "send me" that way, for whatever reason, got to ask him what the hells) and some new friend of his. That new friend seems like a right bastard - quiet, grumpy, with a mug almost as bitter as mine. Also carries weapons and armour into taverns, like a bloody barbarian. Though he did unclasp them when called out on it, so there's that. At least he's self aware. Recall being in the very same mindset not so long ago, but without people nudging me out of that, I'd still be doing the damn thing.
I sat with them for an hour or so. It wasn't terrible.