Well, the term looking good is subjective. Hibari, for one, simply raises an eyebrow at the odd collection of clothing that the illusionist has draped over himself - he's still got much muscle to build up, but at least he could stand. The thought that he would be able to fight Rokudo soon didn't bring him as much pleasure as it should have. His mood's been spoiled by this sight, and he stops kicking at the ashes, turning to glare at the minions dancing away from the former sun god. But for all the heat of his rage, they don't seem to notice. Of course. This was only a memory, after all.

"Nothing so tedious as that," he replies, crouching down to sift through the ashes, though his fingers pass through the pile without contacting the flakes. How disappointing, that they had been able to kill him, just like that. Helios had been splendid to witness, in all his fiery rage.