Eren knows Dylan is upset, obviously, but Eren himself isn't, really. Fighting is so much a part of his life that it's just in his bones, his soul, his whole being. He hasn't had a fight in a long time with anyone or anything that kept coming at him the way the werewolf could. If it hadn't upset his friend so much, he might have even enjoyed it. Not many people in Folkmore have hurt him, after all, not since Heine left.

Eren has some messed up feelings about violence, it's fine.

"I think the not remembering sounds a lot worse than the rest of it," Eren says, slowly. His own memories are a jumble of things, time out of order, the past and present superimposed over one another. That doesn't even touch on how many other people's memories he has now, 2,000 years of other titan shifters from several titans.

It's a lot. There's a reason he's as crazy as he is.

"When I first became a titan, I had something like that happen. I wouldn't remember what I'd done. I had to get a handle on that, though. It took awhile." Eren's own willpower and the help of his friends got him through it, but he has no idea if it's possible for Dylan to do the same with the werewolf transformation.

He glances around at the carnage in the snow.

"Yeah. Come on. We could both use a shower."