A/N: This is during Thriller Arc, but if there are complete different plot parts, it's because I have only watched a snippet of a scene from the end, since I don't want to be too surprised.
He'd definitely crossed into the point of no return. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn't get up.
Laying on his back, body crushed and in a puddle of his own blood, he wondered vaguely if when he died, perhaps there was something after. He hoped so, for then he would be able to see his friends again, the only ones who genuinely like him, let alone tolerated him.
There was so much pent up anger at being surrounded by a world half of despicable people and the other half, friends that would only end up dying before him anyways. It was so hard to watch your friends dying before you. One by one, they had fallen in the battlefield while he could do nothing to help them. Hell, he didn't even know if they were still alive. Despite their differences, he considered his crew his family, and he would have gladly died for them a hundred times over. It was just...that this time, it didn't help. He wasn't dying to save them, but to avenge them.
And Zorro, he was the one who had delivered the last blow. The stupid swordsman had offered to sacrifice himself to save Luffy. Then, when Sanji had offered his life instead, in exchange for his nakama's, Zoro had slammed the hilt of his swords into a vital spot near his already broken ribs. How could he do that? Didn't he see that Sanji wanted to die to protect the man he came to know so well?
In the end, he had tried too hard to save his friends, to be strong. He didn't have Devil Fruit powers like Luffy, Nami's resourcefulness, or Zoro's strength, but he had given it all he had. And now, his friends were dead or about to be. He would join them too.
Before his mind finally drifted into the blackness that had already swallowed his sight, he saw one last color. Not the blue of the sea, but the green of his Zoro.