In this case, everybody was right and wrong at the same time.
My face is mine and the decision is mine alone, so when Sean turned against me and didn’t support my decision, I couldn’t do anything else but turn against him. I’m right, he’s wrong.
But then there’s also Sean talking about my sudden hurry to blindly let a butcher ruin my face completely, or about the fact I don’t allow him to be more of a part of my life. He’s right, I’m wrong.
Hence, an impasse.