Mm. [He lifts his free hand, rubbing it against his face.] She doesn't like my truth, I don't like hers.

[Shouldn't be surprising. They're very different people, this isn't the first time they've clashed, nor will it be the last. Something about this one, though.]

Shoulda asked me when the truth thing worked. Words not comin' so easy now. [He's only half-joking.] ...Said I was tired. Of being angry. I was pissed off for so long... five years pissed is so long... 'm tired, man. I'm dead. Can't a dead guy just be tired and happy for a while?