[The punchline takes a moment to sink in. The water is soothing and steamy, and the conversation is bringing up emotionally charged memories—life shaped and preserved through legend. The weight of deity cupped in the hands of human belief. The nebulous emotion that sparks personal change, and whether or not it's the same thing as love. These aren't thoughts Gigan has per se, or even is capable of having in as many words, but the currents of them eddy under his skin, stirred up by a palpable nostalgia he knows he could never actually express. Does he even want to? Sometimes. Sometimes, especially times like this, he nudges up against the awareness that there are things that are deeply important to him, and he could try telling people about them, even though it would be very very hard to do.
This is the mood until it's not anymore. Godzilla's question filters through a second after his change in tone and posture do. Ohhhhhh wait. Ohhh wait wait wait wait.
Gigan can't widen his eye, but his brow lifts sharply, and he automatically straightens right up in the water, any lingering nostalgia slipping right off his face.]
Uh—yeah, uh, the movies, did you . . . ? You saw the movies? The movies?!
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This is the mood until it's not anymore. Godzilla's question filters through a second after his change in tone and posture do. Ohhhhhh wait. Ohhh wait wait wait wait.
Gigan can't widen his eye, but his brow lifts sharply, and he automatically straightens right up in the water, any lingering nostalgia slipping right off his face.]
Uh—yeah, uh, the movies, did you . . . ? You saw the movies? The movies?!