"There was this elderly woman, who lived down the street. After Mom died she came over to tend to the house and the cooking. Always had this goofy smile on her face, it drove me nuts. Grinning ear to ear, as if she were ignorant to everything around her, as if she couldn't feel anything, as if she didn't want to. Smiling, so separate from the pain around her."
Hawkeye swears, throwing a stick as far as he can.
"Sometimes I wish I could smile like her."
He wishes he couldn't feel the dead eyes that haunt him at night.