"I… I'm not seeking revenge."
Naya clenched her fists, her eyes welling up with tears as she spoke, her voice quivering.
"Whatever occurred—it was a part of the battlefield's reality. I'm not naïve enough to believe that victory is guaranteed in every clash. It's just that... it's difficult to…"
Her voice trailed off as she averted her gaze, masking the tears that streamed down her cheeks.
"It's difficult to cope with loss. Difficult to confront pain," Eren finished Naya's unspoken words. He paced the room with his hands folded behind his back, seemingly lost in thought.
"They say the cycle of pain is unending. To break it, they say one must forgive those who've inflicted suffering. I see the depth of this idea. Yet, the more I contemplate it, the more distasteful it seems.
Maybe I'm superficial. Maybe I'm not mature enough to embrace forgiveness toward my adversaries. But perhaps I'm fine with my immaturity as well," Eren chuckled.
