[And there he is. Laid bare before him, like a distorted echo. Ben stands his ground, shoulders squared. Now isn't the time to back off. He's gotten this far, hasn't he?]

Finally. Finally, you're saying something I agree with.

We can't do this forever, Ren. And we both know it. Look - look at this moment. We are literally falling apart at the seams.

[Without thinking too much about it, he reaches forward, moving to push his doppelganger's hair from his face. The strength of Ben's will is underlined, more than anything, by the warmth radiating from the hand as it comes close to brushing against skin.

Distant, dead personalities aren't usually warm, are they?]