Sephiroth spent several days busying himself in Moon City before returning to Sky Island.
...Of course, he had not just been busy with Monet and the others.
The plan to turn Blackbeard into a Pacifista had been his primary objective.
Now, inside the Babylon Temple on Sky Island...
A white light flashed, and Sephiroth appeared in his private living room in the Inner Court.
"You're back, Mr. Yujiro~"
Dressed in a black dress, Lilith lounged against the Red Sofa, her long silver hair loose and a newspaper in her hand.
Although Lilith did not know who "Yujiro" was, she had understood the context at the time.
...After all, Baki was not really suitable for adapting here, so Sephiroth had never bothered.
"No, no, no... I'm not on Yujiro's level."
Sephiroth waved a hand.
Yujiro came with his own perception filter. They were in entirely different leagues.
He had told Lilith and Isabella about York. He simply had not expected Lilith to come tease him at the first opportunity.
"Really~? Hmm~ Anyway, for someone extremely valuable but unstable, keeping him stable this way is one solution."
Chuckling, Lilith poured Sephiroth a glass of iced cola.
Over this time, Lilith had gained a rough understanding of York's personality. Treating him normally would leave them with a ticking time bomb.
In Lilith's view, they either needed absolute control over him or to make him truly one of their own.
The problem was that York's value lay in his wisdom and knowledge, unlike Wapol's case. Absolute control would most likely diminish that value considerably.
"Objectively, you're right, but subjectively, that wasn't the whole issue."
Sephiroth sat on the sofa opposite Lilith, took the glass, and drained it in one gulp.
Even if York really tampered with Blackbeard during the modifications, Sephiroth's current strength would