When death has you by the throat, you don't mince words.
It is surely easier to confess a murder over a cup of coffee than in front of a jury.
So then learn to conquer your fear. This is the only art we have to master nowadays: to look at things without fear, and to fearlessly do right.
Someone who is about to die does not mourn the dead.
The rightful claim to dissent is an existential right of the individual.
Who sows fear, reaps weapons.