( it is an uncomfortable balance, what he can say and what he can't. Matt is still distinctly hiding what he can do, and saying too much will give that way.

but he can't confess if he doesn't admit what sin he committed, now can he? )

I laid hands on something with the intent to hurt. More than intent, I succeeded. It was a spirit, agitated after the alarm went off. It was intending to attack but it was still beside itself.

I knew that, and moreover I could have stopped sooner, and I didn't.

( suffice to say he didn't come to confession because he thought unpurely or envied his neighbor... )