You had done a terrible thing .-. being caught by those you've hurt irrepairably, you are forced to confess your doings. They ask you the first time, which you deny .-. they ask you the second time, which you deny moreso than the first .-. they ask you again and again with each set of words cutting in deeper through confidence that each attempt could only fail less. After your guilty consciousness presents itself, you're now confessing to them why you took such action against them .-. the fear you gained from what you've done formed a schism between yourself and those you loved. It turns out that you were the victim in this, and them being hurt irrepairably is only because they were too selfish to forgive you for... Doing the right thing. You knew they would not understand, so you kept it to yourself. The guilt you had wasn't because of yourself, as much as they tried to convince you otherwise .-. it was you being bombarded by the primitive lashes of those who do not understand what it's like doing the right thing even when everyone else decided against it. Instead of understanding anything of this situation, they scold you and vilify your character, for they were smitten by their own alluring fear. They do not appreciate you helping them, because it only reminds them of how often they do not help themselves. You are stuck with those that know they are broken, but refuse to fix themselves .-. whereas they will bare their teeth at anyone that provides any form of support in the same manner a prideful one is sick .-. left to do more harm to their body and mind while pushing others away. Truth isn't enough in this life .-. it's only the one constant reminder of our errors and weaknesses, and so it requires much more than honesty to truly understand how to deal with primitive people and the victimized roles they play. When they have you ready to confess, it never was about the truth .-. it was only about them judging you inorder to hide their own truth.