mothra lays at her nest, drawing into the dirt before making a heart of her and Godzilla, their initials written inside it. Her wings glow a soft pink as she watches the base of humans work at the waterfall opposite her nest

Mothra: oh godzilla, why did it have to be this way? Why does fate have to be this cruel?

she stands up, looking down at her swollen belly pulse with a yellow glow before sitting back down

Mothra: if only you were here. Oh my king of the monsters, where are you?