[ No hesitation, no backing down. He may be far smaller than Godzilla is but he makes up for it with pure spirit. Bakugo's spiked-furred self reminds him of another spikey, spunky ally from long ago. Just as eager to prove themselves, every bit unconcerned by their stature when matched against tougher opponents, and loyal to a fault. ]

I do not doubt this.

[ That feeling is settling in his heart again, the one he felt when there was a spark of a chance that others of his kind from his world might be known to a modern human. The "being on the ground" as Bakugo put it. It's an older one though, as familiar an ache as a slow healing battle wound.

Not wanting to cause upset to Bakugo like last time Godzilla turns his gaze to the ocean, tail smacking the ground again, a thoughtful rumble in his throat. ]

I find myself hungering once more, I shall hunt the scaled swimmers. If you like I could return with some for your own feeding.