[Scene: A dimly lit closet, the air thick with silence. Kakyoin sits on the floor, his back against the wall, tears streaming down his cheeks. His hands are clenched in frustration and sorrow.]

Kakyoin: "Why? Why did it have to be him?" His voice cracks, each word heavy with grief. "Jotaro… he didn’t deserve this. I should have been the one. I would have done anything to protect him."

He wipes his tears, but they keep flowing, the weight of his loss suffocating. "I thought I could be strong for him, but I failed. Now, I’m just… empty."

As he pulls his knees to his chest, a flicker of determination ignites amidst the despair. "I won’t let his sacrifice be in vain. I’ll find a way to honor him. I’ll make sure he’s remembered."