You should meet some of my multiversal counterparts. Somehow, I'm not the most messed up one of them all. You haven't lived until you learn of another you who is made of a literal hivemind of spiders.

[Or a pig, or a cyborg, or a guy with six arms, or the list goes on.]

Then that also presumes that any of us who knew about the mark stick around as well, so this could all be for nothing.

Man, I just ruined your pony ride, didn't I?