Honestly, they are indeed dead, which does give Chun a bit of psychological pressure.
Chun still forcibly defended, "They used to be glamorous and vain dancers with substantial incomes, but after becoming disabled, they were reduced to the lowest-paid and most laborious odd jobs, leading to great psychological disparity and thus great hatred. Rising early, sleeping late, what's the difference from cattle and horses? Look at this place, the Divine Domain, Heaven's probably not much different; isn't this happiness?"
Fake Tifa sneered, "So, I should join happily and gratefully as well!"
Chun felt her tone was off but was still unbelievably hopeful, "You agreed?"
Fake Tifa laughed, "Just say what you want to do."
Uh... it feels like she agreed too easily...
Fake Tifa sighed, "You don't trust me, do you? Then why did you release me!"
To be honest, really don't trust!
