[The tip of her neck coupled with yet another acknowledgement of the truth means that Kylo Ren cannot resist a second siren call of the urge to choke her. His large burned hand snaps around her bared neck, squeezing and shoving her backwards into the mattress so she has the perfect view of his bared teeth, wild black hair, and bulging eyes on the verge of allowing some other emotion besides anger leak past.]

It's over, Rey. The First Order has already won. What do you think killing us both will accomplish?

[He does not squeeze enough to be lethal, just enough to force her to struggle to breathe.]

You already said it -- we're already dead.