Wilbur; rather, Ghostbur now; watched after Friend as he trotted a trail for the ghost to follow, clinging onto some blue as per his usual afterlife mannerisms. He was still dressed sharply in his yellow sweater and beanie, mimicking how he originally looked before the war for L'Manberg went down. The blue-wooled sheep was carefully finding Fella, as wherever Fella went, Friend was bound to go as well, being all too true to his name. Friend more than happily bolted up to his friend the second he laid eyes on the fellow sheep, bleating with joy as he softly rubbed his head against Fella. He looked up at Quackity too, but paid him no interest. Ghostbur, of course, paused upon seeing the now dead duck hybrid, but shot him a soft smile as he floated over. He quite literally didn't know any better, having little to no recollection of who Quackity was or their past; thank the afterlife for that, otherwise, he probably wouldn't have hesitated to flare up with fury.