Throughout my life i've always heard the same thing: "you can't go against your own people, your own blood." it got so engraved in my head that even as i sat on the witness stand, i kept thinking of those same words. "you can't go against your own . ." yet, my so-called familia, my so-called people, had put me in the worst position of my life. my feelings were starting to change, i began to have second thoughts. i was convinced that i was going to lie before i entered the courtroom, before i saw the woman, before i saw the little girl, but now i wasn't so sure. which of the following describes the tone of this excerpt best?