Ed looked dumbfounded. "Tha' was the bloody point, ya cow! I knew you was a liar." He kept his eyes on her and small knife still raised as his fingers picked up his  stolen gains from the dirty ground. As he pocketed them, he blinked as the woman cried. 

"Wha' are ya doin'!? Ya don' ave a right ta cry. I'm tha one 'ose gotta steal ta survive. I ain't got a nice meal at 'ome an' this ratty piece a cloth tha's older 'n me is my only chance against tha' cold..S-so shut yer trap. Ya won' get a bit o' pity from me!" Yeah he didn't have food or anything adequate to wear but he knew the moment he could, he'd spend it all on snacks or candy. Life was far too short to care about the long term. What was the point in taking precautions for the rest of this winter or the next? He'd rather eat like a king tomorrow since he could die a peasant the week after regardless.