"I'm not weird," Libby said with a large grin. "I'm just unique." Like everybody else. She glanced at Mustang's shoes and spoke. "And I'll never walk in the snow in your best shoes. That would be rude and I like your best shoes." Libby chuckled lightly.
"I'm certain they will cope," she agreed with a firm nod and then pursed her lips pondering on Mustang's remarks on Memorial day. She was right about the whole refusing to move on thing. "I don't think we should dwell on the past. I don't mean like we need to forget everyone who is gone but we should aim for the future and let the past in the past. That's the only way we can succeed, in my opinion." Libby shrugged. "Besides, I feel like group events like this in neutral zones are more about putting members of different tribes together rather than actually mourning loved ones which is a valid reason for a gathering but a party would be more entertaining and make people cry less," she stated matter-of-factly.