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[If anything, the past few weeks have made Jane considerably tired. She knows there's even more to learn about what goes on in the future of her own time, but what she already knows has constantly worn her down. It was tough trying to prove to others that you're presently not that monster you become and that you're trying to change it. She knows very well enough that she can prove to them- all of them, Ocelot, Frank, even the Big Bosses and EVA- that she's darn well determined to make herself not become that woman.

Right now, the least thing Jane should be doing is be alone with her thoughts. But right now, she's doing just that. The chaos from the past few days hasn't effected the beach one bit and she's very thankful for that. Sitting on the sand proved to be fairly calming.

If there was anything that made her at ease, it was the beach. The weather here was always absolutely perfect. It was fairly warm, but not to the point where it made her wish she was back inside. The wind was soft, gently brushing past her shoulders, and the ocean was, as always, beautiful and calming.

For now, she'll take the time to admire the scenery, being stuck in her own little world for the time being.]

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"Some people are just set to believe what they want to about a person." he replied. "If they're convinced that you will do horrible things in the future, then they're convinced." He stared straight ahead, expression unreadable and tone deadpan.

"Some will never change their minds no matter how much evidence you present them with--if there's one thing in this world I know about, it's how hard it is to prove yourself to someone like that."

She knows very well the only person she has to prove things to is herself. Still, she doesn't enjoy being thought of as such a heartless creature when she very well has one of the biggest hearts here.

"I'm sure you know how it feels that everywhere you turn, all you see is the people who hate you," her voice is deeper when she says that. How can you think such things? she tells herself and immediately she wishes she hadn't said it.

With a sigh, Liquid pulled his arm out of her grasp and rested it over her shoulders in what he assumed was a reassuring gesture.

"I know that feeling quite well, in fact. Though I can't imagine anyone hating you, no matter what atrocities that woman is going to perpetrate. You're not her yet, and you don't ever have to be."

She gently leans against him, keeping her eyes trained on the ocean.

"I'm tired of dealing with it for right now," Jane is thankful for Liquid, and even a fair amount of the Big Bosses who are nice to her. If anything, she's the ones she could trust most and talk to right now. The people who knew nothing of it was almost a relief to her whenever she spoke her name and had no clue who she was.

The only places she could go to distract herself were the cinema, the infirmary (but then again- she had tried to help Snake, but he refused her help. All she ever wanted and still wants to do is help people), and here on the beach.

They were the only places she felt safe when she wasn't with John.

He turned just the slightest shade of red as she leaned on him, hesitating for a moment before he spoke again--just when had he turned into a lovesick teenager?

"I can understand that." he answered calmly before adding, "You could always come and find me if you need somewhere to get away from it. We're...friends, after all. Right?"

"Thank you," she says softly, tearing her eyes away from the blue ocean to look at him with a grateful smile on her face. "I'll keep that in mind."

Liquid averted his gaze, staring instead at the ocean--he could face an entire platoon of soldiers without blinking while unarmed, but that smile was something he couldn't find the courage to face.

That's right, Liquid--just friends. Nothing else. She wouldn't love someone like you anyway. Bloody hell, you barely even know the meaning of the word.

She looks at him for a moment, before turning her own gaze to the ocean, again. His arm around her shoulder makes me feel slightly better. If anything, she's been wanting contact. Simple stuff, like a hug or a hand on her shoulder. It was something she enjoyed herself, but the people here were so afraid of doing anything like that it was almost draining to her.

The sea breeze blowing against her face makes her inhale deeply, and exhale just as deeply. It's something she wishes she would never forget, even if this place is full of artificial smells and textures, at least they were spot on with them.

"...Jane." he said at last, still in a calm, even tone. Even if she couldn't or wouldn't feel the sentiments he wanted her to, they were friends. Friends didn't keep secrets, right?

Liquid wasn't sure of anything anymore. He was the dominant clone, his brother wasn't utterly detestable, and he actually had a friend; everything he knew was falling apart.

"Hm?" she slowly turns her head to look at him, the expression on her face curious. "What is it?"

"I don't believe this changes anything, and I don't expect it to." Amazingly, his voice was still deadpan, no matter how uncertain he felt. "It's just only fair that you know; and if this is strange, I'm willing to forget the whole matter as long as you are."

Liquid--rather, James--cleared his throat and took a deep breath before looking directly at her with calm and steady blue eyes as he heard himself speak a sentence he never imagined he would need to use.

"...I love you."

The minute he says that, Jane's stomach starts doing twists and turns she never even imagined they could do. That woman had created him from his father's genes, cloned him, caused him to feel like he was never good enough, but here he was admitting he loved her.

Besides the weird feeling in her stomach, a smile slowly moved along her face. It was gentle, understanding. She may have not felt the same way towards him, but she certainly very much liked him, even if it wasn't romantic.

"I don't know what to say," she says softly. She knows it was hard for him to even admit that to himself and she was very flattered that he even told her aloud. "I know it took a lot for you to say that. Even if I don't feel the same way," her hand reaches out to gently touch his cheek. "You know I care a great deal for you, right?"

"I'm quite aware of that, for whatever reason you have to think I'm worth it." he replied with a slight smile, lightly wrapping his hand around her wrist. "You're the first...the only friend I've ever had. It would be idiotic of me to destroy that, but...I felt you had to know."

She smiles up at him, glad that someone still considers her on a well-respected level. Her hand doesn't pull away from his grip because she enjoys the security.

Jane was a woman well-off on her own, but there was times where she just enjoyed knowing that someone cared for her. Even if she couldn't admit it to anyone but herself. It was the typical cliché woman part of her that wishes she could be loved like Don Lockwood loved Kathy Selden in Singin' in the Rain.

"It won't change anything, I can promise you that." She tilts her head a little, "Plus, I've had a hunch you've had it that bad for me."

Liquid laughed at that--quite the unsettling sound for him to hear, considering he hadn't laughed in a way that wasn't psychotic until he came here.

"I can't truly be that obvious, can I?"

"Well, you did kiss me twice the first night we met. I figured you had some sort of feelings for me."

She's just proud that he was willing to admit those feelings. It took more guts than going out on a battlefield and killing the enemy.

"Well, I was drunk." he replied with a playful smirk--although it was clearly a lie. He wasn't so stupid as to drink enough to impair his judgement.

Forget where his room was, sure. But not impair his judgement.

"And really, I'd be stunned if you didn't hear confessions like that once a week, what with how attractive and clever you are."

"That's what I said," she says, playfully leaning against him a bit more for a moment before standing straight. "Maybe people just don't have good taste here for beautiful women such as myself."

"Clearly." he replied with a laugh.

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