he just wanted freedom.

Eren’s fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as you tried to stop him to start the rumbling. Freedom, a simple word, but a cruel one in this world. For him, it had always been more than a desire; it was a necessity. Yet the price of freedom was written in blood, in sacrifice, in the endless march of destruction he now commanded.

« Freedom is worth any cost » he said flatly.