Now there was an answer Macy hadn't expected. She should have been happy to hear it, and on some level, she was. But mostly, it was a jab. An insult. And she didn't like the emotions that were clouding her now, because of it. "He's lying," she replied, trying to keep her tone even and calm, though she wasn't sure she was fooling anyone. "He was never happy. Tell him not to lie for my benefit. Tell him to tell me the truth."
What was this? She'd been so disconnected from human -- live human -- interaction that she'd forgotten what true emotions felt like. Of course, Macy hadn't always been terribly emotional in life, but she could recognize the feelings of jealousy. And suddenly, she was incredibly green with envy over living-Noah and his happy life with his new living-wife who made him happy. It wasn't fair. And while living-Macy had never been one to question the fairness of circumstances, choosing instead to accept things for what they were and learn from them, acquiescing was not one of dead-Macy's talents.