Fluttershy lifted her tear-streaked face, holding her cries and whispering, “Look…”

The awestruck breath in her voice prompted many heads to rise, earned many stares dead ahead to where Fluttershy gazed. And there, several hundred yards to where Godzilla remained, they witnessed it just as she did. It was if their world had come to a standstill and nothing else mattered, for what they saw simply took their breath away and left them in a bewildered state of uncertainty.

And yet, in that bewilderment, they were not scared. They were not worried. A warming sense of peace filled each of their spirits when they watched Mothra crawl to Godzilla.

She reached her king, planting her trembling limbs upon his body until her own was nestled up against his. Despite the wounds that inflicted her body, despite the state she was in, Mothra still would not leave him be. Even in that desperate hour when so many others around gave in to what they knew, and not what they believed, she never gave up. Because she believed.

There was no heartbeat that she could sense within him, and Mothra cried.

Then, she did something that left everypony utterly shocked. Frozen in a state of pure awe, beholding her majesty with their own eyes. Mothra extended her wings, as damaged as they were, and draped them over Godzilla’s body like a comforting blanket. In a warm embrace. She nestled her head against his and laid there, pressed herself against her king and allowed that stillness to consume her.

The pain was so immense that she couldn’t take it anymore.

Mothra sighed, wilting her head and letting that breath take her away.