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Sometimes, the four of them visit their dead friends. There are some graves they always visit together - some, where they split up and go by themselves. They bring flowers to place at their graves, and sometimes when they go they realise a stranger has already adorned the grave with flowers. Sometimes, they meet the relatives of the dead.
Sometimes, the graves are vandalised. Defaced by those who hate Danganronpa, viewing them all as complicit in the organisation's crimes, blaming them for the company's misdeeds. In the wake of their escape and subsequent rescue by the authorities, Danganronpa had been dragged back into the limelight, alongside the revelation that the killing game Ulysses was trapped in was for their own sick purposes. Only this time, an entire web of disappearances had been brought to light - not just one killing game, but dozens.
It had started with the Ultimate Comic Artist being found after vanishing from another train, two years ago - her testimony had triggered a search, leading to a wave of other bodies being found - long disappeared or long dead people found in similar 'academies', lured away to their deaths. Their class trials, and every moment, recorded. Some, hearing this news, received closure at last - their missing relatives were dead, after all, and searches spanning over a decade could finally be put to an end.
For Ulysses, it has been...a mixed bag. On one hand, he finally knew why he was kidnapped...on the other, it wasn't much of a reason at all. And part of the public believed them to be volunteers to take part in a killing game. Defacing the graves of the dead in some misguided attempt to make a statement against Danganronpa. When they visit and see the graves vandalised, they clean them the best they can, and often by the time they next visit they find someone has washed away the last of the mess.
Today, Ulysses visits Wenona. He decided to go alone, this time. Today, her grave is clean, no flowers or graffiti in sight. The flowers she had loved so much are in his hands. The tears come, like they always do, and he doesn't fight them. He allows himself to break down, wishing with all of his heart that she was still here with him.
When it is time for him to leave, Ulysses places the bouquet of pink forget-me-nots at her grave.
"Goodbye, Wenona. I still love you."