Edward had mastered art of making him inaccessible, but in the same movement, barred his self off to himself. That's what happens when you carve yourself a fine corner of despair and get too settled in the shadows.

"You can only assume as much as you know," he hesitates, catching his tongue between his teeth. Asking a certain question means he may have to reciprocate. Curiosity over discretion? Secrets kept, secrets exposed, leading to the question if it ever was a secret in the first place.

"What is your world like?"