Whenever I adopt a sharp tone or display indifference or attempt some well-meant coercion for her benefit, I unwittingly take on the features of the powerful ones who first wounded and frightened her ages ago. Whatever my intentions, I end up evoking pain and fear.
Pain begets pain. (…) What have I to offer this young woman whose decades of life bear the compressed torment of generations?
[Marillion – Runaway]