[ It hurts to hear it, that she wanted him. It hurts because he knows now that, perhaps, he could have had her, if he hadn't given in to another, greater temptation.

The hurt flickers in his face, until he swallows it down, replaces it with anger. ]

Did you really want me? Darkness and all? Or did you want some idea of me, some Ben Solo who would only serve the Light?

[ And then, he spits out: ] I've never lied to you.