Part 40: Fourth Playthrough - 3 AM
[SFX: A fire is burning.]
♀: She was nice.
♃: God is right. ♃: We're dead.
♆: We are truly ♆: completely ♆: objectively ♆: theologically ♆: absolutely the worst. ♃: It's my fault. ♃: I put the radio on the wrong frequency.
♃: How could I fuck up so bad...
♃: They will never, ever forgive us.
[SFX: The siren blares, more menacingly than ever. So overpowering that it only allows the soundtrack to be heard as the alert dies down. God is furious.]
[MUSIC: Greenhouse]
♃: Oh... ♃: Here they come... ♃: The sirens are calling. ♃: The scouts are coming.
♀: It'll be
♀: fine. ♀: One hit, one second
♀: beautiful blessed scout attack.
♀: And we'll wake up and everything will be normal. ♀: And all will be forgiven. ♀: ...mostly. ♀: Right?
♃: Neptune?
♆: ...
♃: Neptune?!Neptune yanks the antenna off the house radio.
♆: If god hates the devil so much he should kill it himself. But instead just a bunch of assholes and kids like us are going to come.Neptune kicks the speakers.
♆: And they're all fucking jerks! What do they know!Jupiter grabs her.
♆: Let go of me! The devil rules!
♆: What else are we supposed to do?
♆: If the devil is like, "you all are cool," what else are we supposed to do? Let's hang out with him! ♆: So let go. Let go of me!
♃: But, but I ♃: I don't want to.
♃: I can't.
Neptune drops the antenna.
♆: Jupiter.
♀: Where is the devil?
♀: If he's supposed to be here. ♃: We know the devil. ♃: And it's us, right? ♃: It has to be. ♀: Why? ♃: Because, obviously? ♀: But where is it? ♃: Don't make me say all the reasons why it's so clear we deserve it. ♀: But... ♃: Stop. ♀: Where...it's got to be...
♃: I know.
♆: Let me wreck it.
♃: No.
♆: Ughhhhhhhh fuck you! Why are you so good. Let go of me, hail satan!
♃: It's not gonna work just like that, you know. ♆: You don't know that. ♃: People are much stronger than the devil.
♆: If it weren't, would it be fine? ♆: You'd fight if we could win, right? ♃: Stop that's awful.
♆: You're awful! ♆: You're being good for people that fucking hate you and you're good even if you say you're not good because what else kind of person would hate themselves but someone who was really good.
♃: I'm not—
♆: I'm so mad, why not martyr yourself for US this time! For YOU! You deserve-
And there is Venus. Like a flower, Venus is in bloom. Like a heart, Venus is beating. Like a soul, she is shining like a soul.
[MUSIC: Summer Scouts] ♀: I am the devil.Her arm lies on the floor. It's a pale, bloodless thing. Someone else's body now. Not hers.
♃: Oh my god. ♆: The devil rules. ♀: I pulled and it just came off. ♀: I don't want it anymore. ♀: Let me leave it there. ♆: Did it hurt? ♀: No, not even a little. ♆: The edges look rough... ♃: You shouldn't touch it. ♆: Here...is that okay? ♀: Yeah... ♆: Wow. It really does come right off. ♆: It feels like plastic. Where did the blood go? This is so cool. ♆: Your arm is so soft. ♆: What is it made of, you think? ♃: You should get away.
♆: What's Venus gonna do? ♃: He's the devil. ♀: So are you. ♃: ...
♀: It's like... ♀: I didn't realize how much my body was, bothering me, all the time, before? ♀: And when they're peeled off it finally feels like I don't have to think about them so much. ♀: Like normal. ♃: We're stronger than this. ♃: It's not normal. It's not good. It's not okay.
♆: But we don't have to be. ♀: I don't want to be. ♆: Why should we? ♃: Because.
♆: Okay. Sure. ♆: Which one of us should it be, then? ♆: Who's going to get in trouble for being the devil, and who's going to get away? ♆: All that matters, all we need, is one of us to be just a little worse than the others.
♆: And the rest of us will be fine. ♃: Stop. Don't say this. It's so ugly. ♆: No. It's fine. ♆: It's normal. ♆: It happens every day. The captain said so.
♃: No, it's fucked up. It's evil. I don't want it. Of course I don't want that. ♆: I know. ♆: You're a really good person. ♆: Of course it's ugly. ♀: What's ugly isn't having to choose one to be the scapegoat. ♀: What's ugly is we have to choose at all. ♆: It's because you think it's ugly too— ♆: That I like you so much, Jupiter.
♃: —stop. ♃: Stop. ♃: Stop.
♃: This can't be happening. ♃: Venus needs his—her—arm back and you both need to stop saying those things because I know them okay? Obviously I know them. I'm not stupid. I know camp and the captain and everyone is messed up. ♃: But what else do you expect me to do? I want to leave this camp, this state, this planet. But I can't. I just can't.
♃: It's like a reflex. I can't stop it.
♃: I don't know what to do. I'm not making any sense.
♃: Help. Stop.
♃: Let's just go back. Before it's too late. ♆: Jupiter, come here.
♃: W-what. ♆: Feel.
♆: Did you know I hate this? I hate it so much. And everyone who says I'm pretty just makes me hate it more?
♆: Jupiter. ♆: We could still go back. ♆: But if you try to make me I'll kill you. ♆: Don't make us have to keep those bodies we hate. ♆: Don't make us go back to those people. ♆: Don't make us have to go home. ♆: And I won't let you do that to yourself either.
♃: I don't want to do that to you. ♃: I don't want to do that to me. ♃: I don't want to do that to Venus. ♃: Could you just...
♆: Do you want it to not be your fault? ♆: Do you want me to make you, so you don't have to take responsibility? ♀: That's sweet. ♆: No. I'm not. I won't do that for her. ♆: She has to say yes. ♀: That's also kind of sweet.
♃: ... ♃: ... ♃: ...
♀: It's okay. We promise. ♀: We really promise. ♃: But you need to promise too. ♃: Promise me hell is right there, right behind that door. All of it. Promise, really promise, there's no going back.
♃: If that's really true, if you can really promise me, then I'll go, and I won't feel bad about it at all. ♃: Promise me there's no chance, okay? ♃: If I taste what it's like, I know, there's no way I'll be happy being human ever again.
♀: If I have to be in my old body again. ♀: I'll die.
♀: I won't drag you down. I'll stop thinking you're so cool. I won't ever envy again. ♆: I promise, when you say you are fine, I will never stop yelling at you until you stop lying.
♀: Haha. ♃: Ha.
And oh, how beautiful it is.