Hawkeye: I wish I could, I don’t know, jam a torch into your armpit like they did in that Indiana Jones movie so you’d wake the hell up and believe me. See what I see. I was killed months ago and now I’m in this mutant paradise-slash-nightmare. And—and the illusions—they’re so paper thin. That’s the amazing part, it’s paper thin. Which of course means my existence here… is paper thin.
From The Pulse #10 (Brian Michael Bendis & Michael Lark)