[And that, it seems, is the straw that breaks the figurative camel's back, or at least what finally pushes Jotaro's ability to keep his composure beyond its not-inconsequential breaking point. It's not the tragedy of the story that does him in so much as it is the echoes of it, the way so much of it sounds so familiar despite apparently taking place decades in the past — as though no matter what they do, this bloody cycle will always repeat and someone will always die and it'll always be to give someone else the chance that they needed to live. Not even to win; just to live.

But in the lives they all tend to lead, sometimes those two things are one and the same, aren't they.

The secret of Dio's Stand is —

He reaches up, yanking the brim of his hat down over his eyes because it's just easier that way, not having to look and not having to know what to do with his face right then.]

You won't see me back here. Once I leave here, I'm putting an end to this once and for all.

[His free hand, the one not grasping his hat, has clenched into a fist and he doesn't even seem to realize it.]

So can I ask you to do one thing for me? ...Please.