He looked at his mother in surprise; having never thought of that himself he wondered if perhaps it was true.
"I don't know," he admitted, "there is much I don't know and it hurts me. I want her to love me and I know she does inside. But she is afraid of hurting me as much as I am of hurting her. It is awkward, and stiff.. everything we do is contrived, it seems. Some days we are happy and others I do not know where the tears come from."
Turgon met Anairë's eyes, "I feel.. confused, lost, and afraid. I am me, mother, but I am changed and I think.. I think she would not like who I have become and so I.. I must keep her at a distance for fear she would.. hate it. And I know that is not true but I am so afraid. I cannot lose her. Not again. But I am driving her away even as I try to hold onto her."