The Government and Monarch were finding ways to calm Godzilla — though, even with Mothra’s help, that seemed impossible. Though, the Kaiju only assumed that he was doing right by taking down those that wanted to take his place as King of all.

Letting out a roar, he tilted his head up in the sky, displaying his dominance — hiding the distress behind it all. The thing that bugged the kaiju was the fact that Kong had a little interpreter for him — a being that understood what was wrong with him and was there to demand help for the ape.

Yet for Godzilla, he thought it was dumb the way he demanded to have the same. He couldn’t care less for humans, never choosing to aim out of recklessness; only considering humans obstacles as he took down the titans that tried to wipe him out.

Calming down from his roar, the kaiju let out an annoyed huff just as the helicopters arrived around him.

He swatted a few away, taking steps away from the main monument of the count Godzilla was in.

Though, he paused suddenly, a chill traveling down through his scales. The same chill he would get when something was wrong — but in this case, it was nerve-wracking: foreign.

And with one glance to one of the helicopters that flew close to him — he knew that perhaps he was in the same boat as Kong.