She walks into the graveyard (wherever graveyards for cards/clones are) and stared blankly at everyone's graves.
A soft, light colored dove cooed in the distance.
She left handmade origami flowers in the person's respective colors on their graves (likely took some time to make since she couldn't always find the exact colors so she chose the closest shade), pausing at Komi's with a real hyacinth (Shatter's favorite flower) borrowed from her girlfriend, Sumire.
Her hand stilled before gently setting the flower down, gaze still emptier than a finished cup of coffee. She was quite... sentimental, though she'd never admit it outright.
Utter silence as Shatter stood there without a whisper, she never really liked speaking in places like these.