Too scary. “All right, I get it. I get it, Araragi. Your ‘eye for an eye’ attitude agrees with my own sense of justice. If you’re down for it…” Senjogahara fanned her arms out to both sides as she spoke. “Let’s have ourselves a war.” In her hands were─stationery tools of every kind, the box cutter, the stapler, and more: sharpened HB pencil, compass, tricolor ballpoint pen, mechanical pencil, super glue, rubber band, paper clip, bulldog clip, power clipper, permanent marker, safety pin, fountain pen, correction fluid, scissors, cellophane tape, sewing kit, letter opener, plastic isosceles triangle, thirty-centimeter ruler, protractor, rubber cement, an assortment of chisels, paint, paperweight, ink. …… I began to feel that some day in the future, I’d be groundlessly persecuted by society for the mere act of having shared a class with her. I personally saw the super glue as the most dangerous. “W-Wait, wait, no. We’re not having a war,” I said. “We’re not? Oh, well.” She sounded a bit disappointed. But her arms were still outstretched. Her deadly weapons, otherwise known as stationery, still gleamed. “Then what do you want?” “I was thinking, just maybe,” I replied, “I might be able to help you out.”