"The same reason I can't remember things," Cloud told her, accustomed by now to his eyes drawing attention. "Too many dips in mako. Concentrated Lifestream. Most people lose themselves in it and never come back. I got lucky." Or unlucky, by some assessments, but he'd survived, and managed to become whole in the end. More or less. Cloud was grateful for that.
"If this is what you want to do, I won't stop you," he decided, and took a step aside. "I don't understand what it's so important to you. I guess I don't have to. I just want you to think about the consequences."
He paused, taking in Wanda's expression, and frowned. "You sure you don't want to talk? It doesn't have to be about whatever's bothering you." A year ago, Cloud wouldn't have gone so far, but he'd learned with Denzel that you didn't always have to ask about the problem at hand to get closer to solving it.