Demons could be a literal thing in this world, he supposes. He's been called one himself many times, but considering they're being served alcohol by ghosts, Ed doesn't really need to know if it's literal or not.

Ed doesn't answer at first. Did he choose it? He supposes, yes, in a way. You choose between being a pirate or dying by one's hands, so he guesses he did. But that's such an incredibly long story... one he is not thrilled to get into with a complete fucking stranger.

"Change the fucking subject, man." he mutters, "If I wanted a fucking therapist or to be yours I'd have asked for one or offered." All the bits about past fucking trauma and shitty dads? Fuck off.