“Not death,” Az corrected, collapsing to his knees. “Oblivion. My Stand can’t heal wounds. But it can replay a soul’s echo into their empty vessel, as long as the recording was made within minutes of death. He’s back… but he won’t remember the explosion. Only the echo of who he was.” In the final confrontation, Kira stood atop a shattered street, Stray Cat’s air bubbles orbiting him. He smiled his thin, pleasant smile.
Az stared at Koichi’s body. The horror wasn’t just loss—it was the weight of knowing how Koichi should have lived, grown, and fought alongside them. The tears came, hot and useless.
Jotaro’s eyes widened. “You… overwrote death with memory.”