My Infinite self was right. I can no longer mend time.
Too many of my threads have been purged. I can feel no others.
I'm alone now. And my thread is gone. But not you.
Take this recipe. You've proven yourself a talented tailor in your own time, and a savior in so many more.
The fabric of time needs your hands to mend it. I trust you with that responsibility.
Talk to me when you're ready. I'll take you back to when this all began.