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General
Humans are much more likely to kill you than the devil is. Statistically.
— Narration
When someone rigs it from the start, and then says try your best, doesn't it make you mad?
— Venus
Venus, your problem is that you are very nice. But you want something. And you think being nice is going to give it to you. But it never will. And until you figure out what it is you want. Every kindness of yours will be full of that want. Like mine is.
— Neptune
Red Ending
Don’t touch me. You shouldn’t touch me. I wasn’t born good. But I thought I still could be. You know, I actually liked when the captain talked about how heaven was on merit; as long as you do good things, maybe you can one day be good… But then they said we don’t believe that anymore and it’s only what’s in your heart that matters. Just when I think I got it right, they changed it. I can try hard, but I think… God knows my heart isn’t really in it. And that was my only shot, right?
Mom taught me to not touch others. It's just polite, you know. And dad taught me not to let others touch me. You gotta protect yourself if you're a girl, you know. But if it's only what I feel inside that matters, what am I supposed to do? I can't stop that kind of touch. So what if I just stopped trying not to, you know? It feels so strange and weird and bad to stop but I could, I really could, I think? And how nice that would be.
Mom taught me to not touch others. It's just polite, you know. And dad taught me not to let others touch me. You gotta protect yourself if you're a girl, you know. But if it's only what I feel inside that matters, what am I supposed to do? I can't stop that kind of touch. So what if I just stopped trying not to, you know? It feels so strange and weird and bad to stop but I could, I really could, I think? And how nice that would be.
— Jupiter
I want to touch. I want to be touched. I want to hurt. I want to be hurt. And if you feel the same way, you're as bad as me. I was hoping you'd say, 'get behind me' or 'I rebuke you' like you're supposed to. Won't you let me feel like a real devil for a moment?
— Jupiter
On Jupiter there is an ancient storm bigger than earth that's been blowing since before we were born.
There's no way to imagine it. It is a storm that could consume everyone you knew, everywhere they had been, the site of every thought and feeling humans have ever had.
Jupiter reaches out to us. She has a hand for every kind of touch; that hand is for hitting, that hand is for petting, that hand is for grabbing, that hand is for holding.
We feel the pull on our skin and recoil. They want so many things from us; maybe everything.
The devil is lonely. We kicked out the devil and it must miss us. It keeps begging to be let back, for us to let it in.
And Jupiter did.
Every wish of the body belongs to it. And every wish is a hand, expressing that desire. And every hand is a storm that is bigger than the world, reaching for us.
But it will not.
The hands don't touch us and the storm doesn't break over us.
We chose to be distant from her.
And the devil only ever gets one moment. For revenge, for love, for "please take me back."
There is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
Neptune brings the water. Her radio cackles and bubbles and foams at its sharpest edge.
Venus brings the light. His radio whines and wriggles and coils around itself.
Our radios scream and crash against her and the devil is destroyed.
There's no way to imagine it. It is a storm that could consume everyone you knew, everywhere they had been, the site of every thought and feeling humans have ever had.
Jupiter reaches out to us. She has a hand for every kind of touch; that hand is for hitting, that hand is for petting, that hand is for grabbing, that hand is for holding.
We feel the pull on our skin and recoil. They want so many things from us; maybe everything.
The devil is lonely. We kicked out the devil and it must miss us. It keeps begging to be let back, for us to let it in.
And Jupiter did.
Every wish of the body belongs to it. And every wish is a hand, expressing that desire. And every hand is a storm that is bigger than the world, reaching for us.
But it will not.
The hands don't touch us and the storm doesn't break over us.
We chose to be distant from her.
And the devil only ever gets one moment. For revenge, for love, for "please take me back."
There is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
Neptune brings the water. Her radio cackles and bubbles and foams at its sharpest edge.
Venus brings the light. His radio whines and wriggles and coils around itself.
Our radios scream and crash against her and the devil is destroyed.
— Narration
Yellow Ending
Why. Why are you protecting me. Why won't you let me... Why can't you let it have me. Why won't you go on without me. Why won't you? I don't want to be strong. I don't want to be that sort of person at all. The lights in the edge of my eyes. I want to see them so much. They're so horrible, I can't look away. I want them within and without me. All through and about me. I want feathers in my lungs and eyes on my skin. I want my heart to see and my lungs to fly. I want to undo the division of day and night. I want to cast light over the city and shine shadows where the streetlights used to be.
— Venus
Venus is a suffocation of air and light, a midwest summer sun so punishing it feels like a dream.
A summer that never ends is hell. Nothing could be worse than being hot and sticky and surrounded by people who vaguely hate you forever. A wet timeless nightmare of cloudy light.
Venus reaches out to us. She has eyes to fly with and wings to see. As terrible as an angel, be afraid. That wing to see the truth and that eye to lay it bare.
We feel the heat on our skin and recoil. It wants something from us, a lot of things, maybe everything.
The devil is lonely. We kicked out the devil and it must miss us. It keeps begging to be let back, to let it in.
And Venus did.
Every wish of the eyes belongs to it. Nothing can escape this light.
But we do.
We can't feel the beat of the wings or the light of the eyes.
We can't be seen.
We chose to cover our faces.
And the devil only ever gets one moment.
For revenge, for love, for "please see me."
But there is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
Neptune brings the water. Her radio cackles and bubbles and foams at its sharpest edge.
Jupiter brings the storm. Her radio blares and shrieks and the weight of it shudders.
Our radios scream and crash against her and the devil is destroyed.
A summer that never ends is hell. Nothing could be worse than being hot and sticky and surrounded by people who vaguely hate you forever. A wet timeless nightmare of cloudy light.
Venus reaches out to us. She has eyes to fly with and wings to see. As terrible as an angel, be afraid. That wing to see the truth and that eye to lay it bare.
We feel the heat on our skin and recoil. It wants something from us, a lot of things, maybe everything.
The devil is lonely. We kicked out the devil and it must miss us. It keeps begging to be let back, to let it in.
And Venus did.
Every wish of the eyes belongs to it. Nothing can escape this light.
But we do.
We can't feel the beat of the wings or the light of the eyes.
We can't be seen.
We chose to cover our faces.
And the devil only ever gets one moment.
For revenge, for love, for "please see me."
But there is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
Neptune brings the water. Her radio cackles and bubbles and foams at its sharpest edge.
Jupiter brings the storm. Her radio blares and shrieks and the weight of it shudders.
Our radios scream and crash against her and the devil is destroyed.
— Narration
Blue Ending
Sorry, I lied. But you should have known better. You kids are trying so hard to be good. And I guess I don't want you to. Doesn't it feel unfair? You're already good, so why do you have to try so hard to be good? It makes me mad. They want you to prove you're good. But you're already so good. What is that? Why do they do that? Why did they think I wouldn't notice that? That it should so obviously be me. That it should so obviously be you. It makes me so, so mad. I hate this place so much. Why are either of you here? Why do we have to be here?
— Neptune
I don't want to be good ever. And neither of you should want to be good either.
— Neptune
Her stare is as quiet and black as the surface of the lake, like she's tempting us to drown. The only chill of summer is in that lake, and even in August, it still holds places we can freeze to death.
Neptune reaches for us. She's a flood, of every wicked thought, and they are pouring out of her mouth.
The devil is lonely. We kicked out the devil and it misses us. It keeps begging to be let back in, for us to let it in.
And Neptune did.
Every terrible thought belongs to it. Water to give, and thirst to take. Nothing can escape this flood.
But we will.
Neptune can't stain us.
We chose to stay clean.
And the devil only ever gets one moment.
For revenge, for desire, for "please think of me."
But there is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
Venus brings the light. His radio whines and wriggles and coils around itself.
Jupiter brings the storm. Her radio blares and shrieks and the weight of it shudders.
Our radios scream and crash against her and the devil is destroyed.
Neptune reaches for us. She's a flood, of every wicked thought, and they are pouring out of her mouth.
The devil is lonely. We kicked out the devil and it misses us. It keeps begging to be let back in, for us to let it in.
And Neptune did.
Every terrible thought belongs to it. Water to give, and thirst to take. Nothing can escape this flood.
But we will.
Neptune can't stain us.
We chose to stay clean.
And the devil only ever gets one moment.
For revenge, for desire, for "please think of me."
But there is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
Venus brings the light. His radio whines and wriggles and coils around itself.
Jupiter brings the storm. Her radio blares and shrieks and the weight of it shudders.
Our radios scream and crash against her and the devil is destroyed.
— Narration
True Ending
This is the new touch—the feeling of fingers pushing painlessly through our skin, the feeling of the muscle and fat, the weight of it, the intention: it's best friends forever. It's a first kiss. It's a love story.
It's imaginable, but it doesn't exist anywhere, not any planet. We're a dream. We're becoming people no other people have ever been. A human that humans are not.
We reach out to each other.
Unlike Venus, whose body peels off like the shell of an egg, Jupiter is messier, or she would be, if her blood wasn't now lighter than air; it curls like a mist around her. A storm is sure to come.
Neptune is starting to run clear. All the ink and sick has boiled away. Venus is really good at helping, and so patient too. She is a fountain, seeping through the floorboards, bringing the flood.
Jupiter finds the spot where Venus's shoulder blade is weeping and pulls with as many hands as she can. When it comes out, it stares at them, surprised. As if she can hardly believe she can see.
She has a hand for every kind of touch; that hand is for hitting, that hand is for petting, that hand is for grabbing, that hand is for holding.
The devil isn't lonely; the crackling, broken radio's song is louder and more lovely every minute. We are our own company now. We asked to be let out. And we let ourselves out.
The rest of the kids are coming for us, with god and the radio, ready to undo our wish.
But they will not.
They won't touch us.
One moment is all we need.
To share, to yearn, to carve us into the world.
There is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
But we can't wait to see what they'll do against the three worst girls since Eve.
It's imaginable, but it doesn't exist anywhere, not any planet. We're a dream. We're becoming people no other people have ever been. A human that humans are not.
We reach out to each other.
Unlike Venus, whose body peels off like the shell of an egg, Jupiter is messier, or she would be, if her blood wasn't now lighter than air; it curls like a mist around her. A storm is sure to come.
Neptune is starting to run clear. All the ink and sick has boiled away. Venus is really good at helping, and so patient too. She is a fountain, seeping through the floorboards, bringing the flood.
Jupiter finds the spot where Venus's shoulder blade is weeping and pulls with as many hands as she can. When it comes out, it stares at them, surprised. As if she can hardly believe she can see.
She has a hand for every kind of touch; that hand is for hitting, that hand is for petting, that hand is for grabbing, that hand is for holding.
The devil isn't lonely; the crackling, broken radio's song is louder and more lovely every minute. We are our own company now. We asked to be let out. And we let ourselves out.
The rest of the kids are coming for us, with god and the radio, ready to undo our wish.
But they will not.
They won't touch us.
One moment is all we need.
To share, to yearn, to carve us into the world.
There is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.
But we can't wait to see what they'll do against the three worst girls since Eve.
— Narration
We're not too worried about if more come after us; actually, we hope they send us lots and lots of kids much better behaved than we were.
Adults also hate perfect kids who love the world so much they can't stop themselves from saving it.
And oh, do the kids know it.
Otherwise, they'd never try so hard, would they?
So we think they'll like it here too.
A new world, with new bodies.
How lovely will that be?
We have a new apple.
For everyone in the world.
Adults also hate perfect kids who love the world so much they can't stop themselves from saving it.
And oh, do the kids know it.
Otherwise, they'd never try so hard, would they?
So we think they'll like it here too.
A new world, with new bodies.
How lovely will that be?
We have a new apple.
For everyone in the world.
— Narration
