Let us speak plainly: Eren Yeager is what happens when the oppressed refuse to die quietly. He is what happens when the boot presses down too long and the ground beneath begins to shake. Revenge, for him, is not madness. It is clarity. It is justice turned inside out. It is the answer to a question shouted and ignored for generations: how much longer must we suffer before we strike back?

People clutch their pearls at the sight of him. They weep for the world as if the world did not create him. They call him evil, when all he did was flip the script. Eren did not break the system. He exposed it. He showed the truth beneath the lies, and he demanded retribution. Not apologies. Not pity. Consequences.

Revenge is not clean. It is not noble. But for those who have been crushed, erased, and silenced, it is real. It is honest. And it is power reclaimed. Eren Yeager is not asking for your understanding. He is not interested in redemption. He is the roar of the silenced, the fire of the betrayed, the wrath of a people told to kneel.

Revenge was not a choice for Eren Yeager. It was the only path left. And he walked it without shame.