[ The look Godzilla fixes Bakugo with is a dark one. As dark as reptilian eyes and a lack of lips can manage anyway. There's the slightest of reptilian hisses in his throat and his tail thumps the ground in agitation once more, a good indicator of his mood as ever.

Godzilla's not ignorant, the path this conversation is drifting into is clear to him. This is not just a disagreement or clash of ideas, this is a building rift between two outlooks on life. There is a very real chance that it could prove fatal to the status shared between he and the spiked furred hero as Friends.

But he can't just let it drop. There's too much bitterness, too much anger still pumping through is veins. ]

A difference indeed. I begin to wonder which one humans truly are.

[ The big guy's hands rest on his hips as he turns his gaze from the enemy young to the scattered Outsiders recovering all around. Another thump of his tail, an angry flash of his spines, none of it is voluntary. ]

The Outsiders are sapients. LILITH perhaps as well, to an extent. That is all that is of importance. The rest...

[ A snort of smoke as he glances at Bakugo sidelong with one eye. ]

Any that threaten this pack of Outsiders, they and their kin end. There shall not be any doubt as to what will happen to those whom bring harm to those I call my allies.