[Judas stares at the food, that pang of guilt hitting him immediately. There's so much food, and it looks wonderful, it's rare he sees such presentation, if ever. Not to mention the quality, sure Judas ate meat regularly after leaving Hell, but he's done away with it since coming to the Box. What's more, it's clear everything was done with him in mind, and that is truly difficult to fathom. Worry creases his brow as he bites his lip.]

You...you made this for me?