Everything here he had seen so far seemed so different from home. Even though he was still struggling to get his bearings, knowing that people had time to be consumed with trivialities was an odd comfort. If it meant anything at all, for the most part, it was that it was peaceful here. As he sat listening to Mikasa speak, he thought her observation likely true. "They have little else to concern themselves with," he said with a shrug. "It must be nice," he added with the slightest hint of a smile.
"My home or your home?' He asked and while he felt his expression harden despite his best efforts, his voice at least remained calm and neutral. "Is anything all it's cracked up to be?"
Unable to to deny what Mikasa said was true he also shrugged in turn. Since it was at least clear that he was still alive in her time, the fact that people died because of him wasn't surprising. It didn't bolster his pride, it didn't give him glory, or fill him with honor. It was just a grim truth. It was war, and like in his present position in his world, and in his future, whatever his mission was he knew one thing was true, he would keep pushing forward.
"Mikasa. You can be as hard on me as you like. Whatever I do, or have done, I did them. That is how it is. Whatever this brainwashing Eren thought up, to excuse it away for whatever possible reason, it doesn't matter. It cost what it costs. This isn't my war, or my world. So yes, table it. As for questions, they are endless. What purpose do we have here?" He asked, not knowing where to start.