[ The chopping slows for a moment as Maruki's brows pinch in, as he considers it. He shared those snacks with Eren a couple times, but... ]

No, don't worry. You haven't forgotten. I don't think we ever did...?

[ That doesn't feel right. In fact, it's not just that; it feels outright wrong. Can it be true? The chopping stops entirely. Brows fully furrow.

Did he ever cook something from home for Eren? One homemade meal, ever?

He didn't.

Slowly, Maruki resumes his work, shaking his head. ]

I don't know why. That was stupid of me. If you were really gone forever, I'd regret not having done this. So...

[ He picks up the cutting board, pushes the meat into the batter and looks at Eren with a small smile. ]

We should make sure that when we do leave, it's without any regrets. We should do everything that we can together. Don't you think?