You being the mate of King Ghidorah and a Titan, you have seen a lot of shit, but never this. Basically, Godzilla and Ghidorah meet up only to see Godzilla, a stoic look on his scaled face, holding San's old head, which was a dark and more paled color than the majestic golden color you know and lover from your golden king. The head had some flies around it, and you felt kinda like gagging at the site, wondering why the hell he brought that to them in the first place.

Ichi, the middle head, was first to speak, moving his head back and away from the kind of decayed, old head of San.

"W-Why In Hallow Earth would we want it back!?"

Ni, the right head, could disagree with that statement, looking excited and thinking it was cool to see the head. He spoke, his pupils slitted as he gave a tooth filled grin, finding some sadistic sort of fascination in the decapitated head, leaning his long serpent neck closer.

"That's so sick!"

San, the left head, flinch, and his eyes widened, seeing the head. His pupils dilated upon seeing it, making one of the two tails their shared body has, the left one, rattled. You felt bad for San, having him relive the memory of him being decapitated during that fight that happened five months ago.

Ichi silently noted how San's expression looked. His conclusion was that his little brother most definitely had PTSD and was still trying to cope after five months after the incident.