Ed's body language grows a bit more stiff after she elaborates. He doesn't know how to say he doesn't know. How do you tell a complete fucking stranger that you became a pirate out of necessity. That you became a legend, something to be feared, so that no one could ever hurt you again. That you decided it was much better to be the one feared than be the one afraid. That you continued on and on with no real goal other than survival. Retirement isn't an option for people in this trade. You do it until you die.

That's most of the story of course. There's something else. There's the fact that he'd met another man, one he gave his life for. He traded the legends in for love instead, and when wall was said and done he thought they could have one more chance- they could run off together and just be whatever they needed to be. Have their own happy ending. This of course, was a fantasy and one Edward never deserved. One he had been foolish to think anyone would want to have with him. He is not a good person. He is a monster... and that's all he'll ever be.

He cannot tell anyone this, let alone a stranger. Edward frowns, fingers taking the cigar from his lips and stamping it out in a nearby ashtray. "Changed my mind." he grunts, taking up his drink again and this time tossing it back in an impressive gulp, the glass slammed back down on the bar. "Not feeling up for questions..." he mutters, standing to leave.