Shirou... I'm sorry... I have fallen into the enemy's clever trap... No, 'never' have I been dissatisfied with your cooking, it's just, perhaps today's lunch portions were a bit small? So then when I came to the dojo to suppress these worldly desires, there was rice right here! White, steaming, freshly cooked, steaming, soft and delicious... slurp... Hah! My consciousness-! Ku-! What have I done! The enemy must be using psychological attacks. Therefore, Shirou, I have something I want to say before I disappear... I have... No, I am... In love with your rice... 'Wait, no-!' That's not-