I know it doesn't. Leaving behind the people you love isn't easy. No matter what kind of decision it was you had to make in order to keep walking forward.

[ he's had to do it before. He understands the strength it takes to walk away--how weak-legged it felt to turn your back on something that would hurt to walk away from. ]

They say money doesn't buy us happiness, but. Whoever said that was a very rich man, I feel. [ he laughs--a sound that is void of amusement. he can't imagine the pains that Edward is feeling right now, but. He can, at the very least, sympathize with the man.

...The question he asks, though, makes him pause. ]

Maybe we should take a visit to the kitchens. I feel a heavy topic might be better spoken over a warm drink.

[ but... his eyes cast aside. ]

Because, you see. Due to my place with the order.
I had to fake my death. Ten years ago. My family... well.
Maybe memories of my youngest sister are the most dear to me.

[ but she ... probably has long forgotten about him. ]