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Gojira moves to sink down into the deep waters again, leaving Rodan and the New One to their nest of fire and ash.
It will not be long, now.
.
A human child has approached Gojira, bravely, foolishly, though it doesn’t move further. It is speaking, and while Gojira cannot speak the human voice anymore then the humans can speak their voices. Still, Gojira understands.
Its voice is not so different than from the human who had ventured far into Gojira’s home, and then they recognize it; it is the child that had approached Mothra, trembling as she is now – the stench of fear mostly absent, but still trembling.
This is why Gojira liked the humans, wished them to survive and surpass their expectations – some of them have the potential to become something more, something titanic.
She then dares to look up, up, up into Gojira’s eyes, and there is light behind them, and Gojira listens.
It is almost here, she says.
Danger, she continues.
Help, she asks them, of them.
Gojira roars, and the child is laughing.