[Eren's grateful not to be counseled about this, but Maruki's words still hit right in the gut. It leaves Eren blinking, looking slightly stunned. The smile has faded; he bites his lip.

[She's dead because of him, but--]

I...think, normally, I wouldn't believe you - or, not you, but just...anything like that.

Here, though...[It tastes exactly right. No one could replicate something like that. Jean baked loaves to Carla's exact recipe, and it still wasn't the same.]

I guess...if it was made out of a memory, or a dream of a memory, then it would have to be hers, you're right. It's just like I remember it...

[A quiet addition - odd, the way he sounds almost like he's trying to convince someone.] I loved my mother.