After the kids fell asleep, while taking a simple meal, she informed them of the things that were said during the day.
“I’m… becoming a ‘good titan who fights to protect everyone’, huh”
The person at the center of the discussion seems to be perplexed.
“Besides, how do you even explain that. People think you’re an unreliable fuck who gets everyone in the corps in trouble”
Historia nodded to Jean’s harsh yet accurate words. Just a bit, she felt sorry for Eren.
“That’s because I didn’t want them to doubt him. Sorry for burdening you with that”
As the “teacher” of the orphanage, Historia introduced Eren as the Survey Corps’ weapon, the hero that protects humanity. This was a necessary decision she made as the queen who governs the walls.
“…I get it”
Eren also seemed to fully understand that, and yet, his lack of conviction showed on his face.
Late at night
Armin came back after running some errands only to find Eren still up.
“Does Historia’s story bother you?”
Judging from his childhood friend’s expression, he sensed something alarming. An emotion similar to anger, directed at a world which was beyond his control, an emotion he had no outlet for.
“I’m not a hero or anything like that”
“We all know that. But, you’re still fighting, aren’t you”
“I’m just fighting for my own sake… Destroying the enemy, in order to be free…”
What motivates Eren is the longing for freedom, and his anger towards those he can’t forgive.
Armin and co, everyone from the Survey Corps did sympathize with him and fight alongside him, but can we really call it something universal?
“I believe your freedom and that of everyone inside the walls are connected, Eren. Do you think otherwise?”
In that moment, Armin felt that Eren’s eyes, more distant the ocean itself, were gazing at the limits of the night sky.