Yes, Canaan. I love you, too.
chaos's words kept echoing in Canaan's mind, so that observing anything around him became difficult. Analyzing that exchange was of greater importance.
chaos had told Canaan he loved him as though it were a matter of course. Did Canaan love anyone? When he tried to answer that question all he got was a strange interference and a churning in his stomach.
He'd felt something similar throughout his time working for the Subcommittee and the Kukai Foundation. He'd thought it was dread.
Was dread another name for love?
Canaan suspected that it might well be.