[The pictures seem to agitate Eren, and he pales, clearly growing upset, as he doesn't ever manage to hide his feelings well. He was only nine at the time of the attack, but he was aware of it. Of course they talked about it, at home. At the time, those pictures had reminded him of what had happened before...]

I already saw it! I saw the news. I saw what happened to the president, too! I didn't say they should hurt any kids or send robots, so that's got nothing to do with me. What about what happened to my town? Nobody talks about that?! I guess it wasn't a good enough photo op, huh?

[As far as he's concerned, the only people who cared about him were the Friends of Humanity. No one else did anything for him, but they took in a lot of the kids who were orphaned, gave them a home and a place to stay, looked after them. Now everyone acts like they're the bad guys!

Although as Eren thinks this, he's fully aware that the people who were taking care of him just tried to kill him. He probably would be dead if not for his healing factor. But he forgives them. He knows they were trying to do what was right. He'd hurt them. He was a monster.]

You're wrong! I am a monster! I could do something—even worse than that!