Gojira returned to his lair, which he had broken out from all that time ago. He needed time to recollect himself. Why? Why did he go and kill hundreds of lives? Why? Why did he lash out so badly? Why? Why did he do this? This was not what he was born to do. Yet he attacked recklessly. Murdered innocents without thought. He may as well be a Damn Beast.. voices clouded in his head. Cries. Screams. Scolding him. Every life had taken was pounding in his head. Gojira felt dizzy. As if he was about to vomit. He was being haunted. His own sin had come to him again. Why? Why? why Eventually, he lay down to rest. He only needed downtime. Hopefully, mankind would learn. Hopefully, the bomb was the only one.
Godzilla by TOHO
