Reality is always a troublesome thing. Sometimes, you can deal with it, and sometimes you have to let a little madness slip out. Right?

Wind howled through the night, bearing a heavy scent that was uncertain to Eren. He had smelt blood before, that he was confident of. He had smelt fear, and suffering, and even uncertainty itself. But on that tense breeze, for the first time, he could smell them all at once. (Werewolf alternative universe)