Edward almost said something else, but then he just shook his head and flashed a smile, focusing back on cooking just in time to drain the pasta. He hadn't talked about this with anyone, not ever. Not even in Arkham, where the therapists were so eager to get everyone talking about their parents. "Thank you, Oswald. You have changed me in ways I couldn't have anticipated. I suppose that's why I want you to know where I've come from. Where I got my scars, metaphorically and physically. I want you to know me. No secrets. It's strange."