[To be frank, November had always struck him as sort of creepy. Because Eren's not the greatest judge of motive in the world—he'd been good friends with two of the greatest traitors humanity has ever seen, after all—but he knows when someone rings as false to him, and November'd always been weird, even if he couldn't put a finger on why.
Knowing why...doesn't clear everything up, but it paints him in a different light. He can't condemn November using those powers as he sees fit. (He can't regret having the power to fight, no matter what it means about him, what it makes him. But he also can't forget the key still strung around his neck, his father's last words to him before he vanished off the face of the earth. Find the basement. His sense of responsibility hangs too heavy on him not to think about it.)]
Do you even care about that?
[It's a frank question, not quite an accusation. If he apparently can't care about anything—does it even matter to him what happens to his world?]
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Knowing why...doesn't clear everything up, but it paints him in a different light. He can't condemn November using those powers as he sees fit. (He can't regret having the power to fight, no matter what it means about him, what it makes him. But he also can't forget the key still strung around his neck, his father's last words to him before he vanished off the face of the earth. Find the basement. His sense of responsibility hangs too heavy on him not to think about it.)]
Do you even care about that?
[It's a frank question, not quite an accusation. If he apparently can't care about anything—does it even matter to him what happens to his world?]