Malachite lowers herself further, braced on her arms until she can bring her face to something approximating Peridot's level, although all that really does is underscore the sheer size of her. She looms. Her eyes narrow contemptuously. Jasper always liked to posture and intimidate, and Lapis knows how to play things for an effect. Whatever Malachite is right now, she makes an excellent scary monster.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" she demands. The voice still isn't dominated by Lapis, but something in the tone resembles her. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you right now? Do you know how much I'd enjoy it?"

It's rude to address one half of a fusion. Whatever Lapis is right now, she might currently lack the ability to feel bad for making Peridot cry. But it would also be ridiculous to pretend that she's not still right here, having this conversation. It may or may not be only her and it's certainly not all of her. There are really a lot of questions to be asked about exactly what's going on inside this half-real recreation of a fusion with someone who isn't here. But even in the real course of things, even when Malachite was sometimes just Jasper, there was none of it that Lapis didn't also become.