Kanto made his way away from the motorboat and toward a figure that sat on the sand, next to a small fire that he had built to cook them lunch. He had two bottles of water in his hands, both sealed and had yet to be drinking out of. He sat beside Jesse and handed her one bottle of water and she had nodded her thanks before twisting the cap, breaking the seal and sipped from it. It was a rather got day, much hotter than they were expecting but neither minded, especially when they are on this island.

Jesse looked back out to the ocean and she caught sight of familiar blue dorsal plates that were cutting through the water. A smile formed on her face and Kanto noticed. He followed her line of sight and once he saw the dorsal plates, his eyes softened.

"You know," he began. "I had always thought that all Godzillas that came after 1954 would be exactly like the first. That it would be full of hatred and a need to destroy whatever that's in its path. Looks like I'll have to stop assuming everything, huh?"

"I'm...not sure why this Godzilla is so different from the first one." Jesse admitted as they watched the plates getting closer. "I do have theories like it's just that different in personality, possibly because of the herd and so on."

Godzilla chose this moment to stand up, water cascaded down his head, neck and torso as he straightened up, letting out a roar that announced his arrival.

"Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad he's on our side." Kanto stated as Godzilla spotted them. With a softer, shorter roar, he began to trudge his way towards the beach, towards them.