She won't want to talk to me, but she might to you. This may not make a lot of sense to you, but it'll make sense to her.
Just tell her that if I could undo what happened, I would. And that I wish there was another way to keep my family alive, but they were vanishing. I had to subsume him, for their sakes. Call it selfish, but I was also granting Cloud's wish. He'd lived so many lifetimes while being unable to die, it was what he wanted. And he wouldn't want her to regret it. But I'm sure he'd be surprised and touched by just how much she's mourning him. I know I would be. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure if many would mourn me, not properly anyway.
...
Tell her if she... needs something to hit to make it all feel better, I'll be here for that.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... I'm a Cloud from another timeline. A timeline where everything went as it was fated. Because somehow, I already inherently knew what to do. I could feel when something important was coming up, and who would be important to me later, and when to act. That... had an impact on my friends. For a while, I didn't even see them as friends, not like I should have. They were like accessories, people I had to nudge into certain actions to keep the universe from going off-track and vanishing.
Somewhere down the line, Cloud's timeline broke off from mine. Probably before I was even born. And since a few things must have happened different, that timeline doomed itself. His family and home all vanished into nothing, but he remained, because part of him was intrinsically attached to another. So he was immortal, stuck searching timelines safe enough for him to eke out an existence.
He figured out how to end it - to touch me and let my timeline subsume his. My timeline was also doomed at that point, and broke off from the Alpha. But he somehow stabilised it, and it's persisting now, regardless of whether it's the Alpha or not.
... Fen blames me that he's gone.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

I am not... doing what you think I'm doing.
dead devotion-he opens it and tosses the bottles into the garbage bag-
-then he goes outside and tosses the bag onto a clear patch of grass-