Frontal armor. In terms of proportions, York was undoubtedly top-tier, even more exaggerated than Hancock.
As everyone knew, the greater the mass, the greater the gravitational pull. Sephiroth was merely obeying the laws of physics.
"Ahem... all right, I understand the situation now."
Feeling Isabella's gaze on him, Sephiroth raised his eyes to York's face.
...Whoa. That round, broad face, all awash with tears.
With a good figure and good looks, even a broad face could be a cute feature.
"Then, Lieutenant York, could you explain exactly how you ended up like this?"
Sephiroth's original plan had been to have the Praying Hands protect him in secret, then "happen across" him a few days later.
With York's physique, cunning, and knowledge, surely he could survive on his own for a few days.
He had never expected this fellow to refuse even a single day of hardship and come straight to his door.
"...Sob... waaah... actually, I'm an experimental subject created by Vegapunk..."
When the Knights had taken York in last night, he had not revealed any identity, not even his bogus title of Science Team lieutenant.
So, before meeting Sephiroth, he had been confined to this guest room by the Knights, with an Artificial Angel guarding the door.
Of course, clothes, food, and other necessities had all been properly provided.
Now... he intended to "lay his cards on the table."
"Hmm, an experimental subject? How 'pitiful'..."
Isabella had been sitting upright on the sofa in a regal pose. Hearing York's sobs, she leaned forward, her green eyes filled with "sympathy."
In a sense, his claim to be Vegapunk's experimental subject was not a lie.
"Yes... because I know the 'truth' behind this mission, I couldn't let Bondrewd capture me... so..."
Remembering the various instances of Russian-Style Rescue he had experienced