/lit/ - Literature

>"This place is rotten!" Idaho said. He gestured with his free hand at the corridor behind him. "There are some things I’ll never accept!"
>Moneo stared down the empty corridor without seeing. "You must mature, Duncan. You must."
>[...]
>Idaho held himself on the edge of violence, his anger restrained only by something puzzling in Moneo’s manner. Words had been spoken, though, which could not be ignored.
>"I’m not some damned immature child you can…"
>"Duncan!" It was the loudest sound Idaho had ever heard from the mild-mannered Moneo. Surprise stayed Idaho’s hand while Moneo continued: "If the demands of your flesh are for maturity, but something holds you in adolescence, quite nasty behavior develops. Let go."
>"Are… you… accusing… me… of.,
>"No!" Moneo gestured at the corridor. "Oh, I know. what you must’ve seen back there, but it…"
>"Two women in a passionate kiss! You think that’s not…"
>"It’s not important. Youth explores its potential in many ways."
>Idaho balanced himself on the edge of an explosion, rocking forward on his toes. "I’m glad to learn about you, Moneo."
>"Yes, well, I’ve learned about you, several times."
Now that the dust has settled, who was in the wrong here?