Edward wasn't too fond of the idea of someone knowing so much about his own future. Or at least knowing the parts he didn't know. How much of what Jacob knew was even true about him? How much of it came from his own letters and records and how much came from word of mouth? Edward hadn't been a part of the assassin's for long. He hadn't quite figured everything out, but he knew that he needed to make up for his past in some way and the path that made the most sense to him lay with the assassins.
Edward took a drink from the mug and placed the near empty vessel down. "I am curious... But perhaps no man should know his future? Would it be futile to fight against it? And what if our futures have now changed? Since we arrived on the station" Edward shrugged. "As for my motivations?" he paused and looked at Jacob. "I saw who I was and I saw a glimmer of what I could become. I had loved and lost near everything. Every moment I could have made things different I turned away from and did things the way I wanted. The way I saw things clearly and in the end, a lot of people I loved and cared for died. I saw a future with order. One where I could make up for my wrong doings, I suppose.... But it is still something I am figuring out for myself" he smiled. He picked up the mug to drain the last of it. "We're you going to race me?" he asked.