"I loved you so much…"
He stops.
"Why did you have to leave me?"
He looks around.
"Why did you have to die?"
His glance fixes on a desk.
"Could you not see it?"
He stares at it for a long moment.
"Could you not fight for it?"
He walks to the console.
"You had always been like that."
He opens the upper drawer.
"And now, I'm alone to think."
He looks in it and takes something out.
"…Alone to think about you."
He looks at the revolver in his hands.
"I don't know what to do."
He takes the gun on to his temple.
"I can't live without you… Luffy."
Zoro squeezes the trigger.
"Let me be with you…"
He falls to the floor.