[The shape-change surgery . . . he'd wondered what tipped Godzilla over the edge into undergoing that. Gigan misses his own human body. The disguise is good, but it's not the same as what he had before. He hasn't gotten over his annoyance and uncertainty enough yet to go for it himself, but maybe he should ask for some more detail on how it went . . .
That's a passing concern compared to the rest, which is all—relatable. Sometimes it catches Gigan entirely off guard when someone like Godzilla can say something complex and nuanced to him and, rather than fumbling to keep up, he understands immediately. These are things they have to think about. And they aren't the only ones. For as much as he can instantly comprehend Godzilla's feelings, it's the other side of this argument that Gigan has clung to another time in his past. Back then, to him—those feelings haven't changed at all.]
Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec.
[More weight! At the demand, Gigan begins a clumsy attempt to climb up onto the bar himself. You want more weight, bro? Here's your more weight! (At this size, Gigan weighs around 2,000 pounds.)
But while he's working on that, he continues:]
. . . I know they don't live that long, but that doesn't matter. It's fine if you only get a week with someone, or even an hour. That's still an hour! Our lives are made of hours too. If you decide not to do something because it'll only last an hour, then you'll decide not to do it because it'll only last a week, or a year, or a hundred years. Then there's nothing left to do. If you only want things that last forever, you won't end up having anything at all.
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That's a passing concern compared to the rest, which is all—relatable. Sometimes it catches Gigan entirely off guard when someone like Godzilla can say something complex and nuanced to him and, rather than fumbling to keep up, he understands immediately. These are things they have to think about. And they aren't the only ones. For as much as he can instantly comprehend Godzilla's feelings, it's the other side of this argument that Gigan has clung to another time in his past. Back then, to him—those feelings haven't changed at all.]
Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec.
[More weight! At the demand, Gigan begins a clumsy attempt to climb up onto the bar himself. You want more weight, bro? Here's your more weight! (At this size, Gigan weighs around 2,000 pounds.)
But while he's working on that, he continues:]
. . . I know they don't live that long, but that doesn't matter. It's fine if you only get a week with someone, or even an hour. That's still an hour! Our lives are made of hours too. If you decide not to do something because it'll only last an hour, then you'll decide not to do it because it'll only last a week, or a year, or a hundred years. Then there's nothing left to do. If you only want things that last forever, you won't end up having anything at all.