"He's not me," Cloud snaps, before he can stop himself. No, he doesn't believe it a bit - that there could be somebody out there who looks a lot like him, maybe. That that someone might also share his name, possibly. But that there's a stranger out there who is him?

No way.

Much as he spends an overabundance of time already comparing himself to others, when some presumptuous stranger comes and does it for him - it galls, and he's closed up again like a fan, just that quick. The neutrality in his voice is the same he might offer to the request of a less than favorable superior officer. He doesn't want to admit that the guy has a point - the same point as Cloud understands it, even if he's coming at the problem from the wrong angle - so he settles for answering the only direct question in all of that.

"...I don't know."