Eren's fingernails dig into his palms and blood begins to drip slowly from his fists. Somewhat oddly, no steam comes from the wounds, at least not yet. Perhaps because Eren honestly doesn't seem to notice the small wounds he's accidentally inflicting on himself. His voice becomes more quiet but also takes on a dangerous edge, and doesn't lose any force from the drop in volume. Right now it's taking every last shred of his self-control to stop himself from flying into a violent rage.

"How can you ask me that!? You've taken our freedom! You turn us into other people who do horrible things we're helpless to stop and forced to remember doing! You bring us our friends and loved ones only to take them away again! Fuck, how can you leave us to be tortured to death over and over again until we kill our own, and then ask me how you're hurting us!?"

He's heard about Moebius. Heard about it from someone who'd been put through it; someone who just happens to be his best friend. Armin had quite recently asked him what the Trumps could do to him that they haven't already done. That alone would make it impossible for him to ever forgive the Trumps' actions. Taken with everything else? What they've also done to Mikasa and Jean and Thorne and everyone? With the way his and everyone else's freedom has been taken from them and is taken all over again every time they Infiltrate? It is far, far too late for an understanding to be found.