[When the choking ceases, Ben falls back onto the ground, wheezing and sitting back against the twisted wreckage of what had been a shelf before this conversation had started. He wasn't bleeding out from the wound - and he knew he wouldn't - but cauterized or not, it still left him in shock and panting.

Staring up at himself, he flashes another weak smile - a little smug even now, but mostly out of pity. His voice rasps when he speaks.]

...You cannot end me, Kylo Ren, without ending yourself. We cannot exist without one another.

And we both know neither of us are done. There is so much more to do.