Jane hadn't combed through every recording on Sophie's comm before she'd abandoned it at Lopez's studio and fled to the PSA. Obviously there were going to be some things on it that weren't relevant to the situation at hand, but Jane had decided their potential publication would be worth getting the news out. Anything would be worth getting the news out, she'd thought. And she had, apparently naively, anticipated that some form of journalistic integrity would prevent Lopez from publishing anything that was truly out of bounds.
A laughable assumption, in hindsight.
In the personal log that practically breaks every stream when it's published, Sophie is sitting in a field somewhere. The color of the sky indicates it's on Cassandra, but Jane can't pinpoint the location any more precisely. Sophie has the camera pointed at herself, but she's looking into the distance, arms wrapped around her knees. She fidgets with a long blade of grass she's holding in one hand. There's an uncharacteristically long moment of quiet on the recording before she sighs and finally speaks.
"I might be out of my mind recording this, but I need to say it out loud, even just to the computer," she says. "I've been chasing it around my own brain for so long that it's making me sick, but the idea of telling anyone else? Ugh, no, please, I can barely admit this to myself, but...I think..."
She trails off, scrubs a hand over her face.
"I loved Evelyn," she says decisively. "I know I loved Evelyn, more than I have ever loved anyone else. I know we were teenagers and I know it didn't exactly last, I know by the end I felt differently than I had at the beginning, but still! There was a not insignificant portion of my life when if I wanted to know what love felt like, I just had to think of him.
"This hasn't been the same, which is why it's been so difficult for me to wrap my brain around it, but I think..." she hesitates, swallows hard. "This is probably the single most batshit thing I've ever said out loud, by the way, I'm fully aware, but when I remember what it did to me when I saw her shot at on Terranis, when I remember how I felt when I thought I had lost her, it makes me think that...I might be in love with Jane."
The grass in her hand is shredded by this point. Sophie drops it and stretches her legs out straight in front of her, reaching down to touch her toes. All bent over in the grass, she tells her knees, "No, I am. I know I am. I'm in love with Jane fucking Gonzalez, God fucking help me."
And Jane has inadvertently shared that declaration with the entire galaxy.
God fucking help them both.