Angry. Chaotic. Violent noise.

When Jasper and Lapis were both on the surface, Malachite was an unstable mess. Both gems screaming, shouting, fighting for dominace over their new form. One body, one mind. Even if neither spoke, no thought was private. Jasper, angry to have been imprisoned in her own body, fearful that the Homeworld may never come looking for her, ashamed to have fallen so far. Lapis, angry to have been imprisoned and abandoned by her home, afraid that she might be stuck on the planet Earth for the rest of existence, ashamed to have been so weak. Both gems infuriated and unable to accept that they were so alike.

Malachite truly was the perfect match made in hell.