Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:MvM Chapter7 (section)

===Part 2===

“Are you stupid? Why would anyone ever trust you? A lazy, scheming ball of fat like you shouldn’t be anything more than a low-level grinding monster jiggling at the farthest reaches of some other world. There’s no way I’m going back to Earth with you. It just isn’t happening. I mean, your power is to brainwash people. I just can’t stand that. And what kind of childhood did you even have to mess up your personality so bad that’s the power your scheming heart ended up with? This wasn’t a case of your Personal Reality getting messed up – it’s a deeper personality issue. When people ask if you’re really in middle school, it’s not cause they think you’re older than that. Oh, no. The way you talk and your weird obsessions are just so childish people think you must be in elementary school. Did you pick up on that? You didn’t? Didn’t think so. Is there anything more impervious than a thick head that converts every insult into a compliment? And to be clear, that wasn’t a compliment either. And about that rule of yours where you only eat natural ingredients without any artificial additives. That’s completely and utterly meaningless. Even if you buy ingredients from a farm that specifically avoids using chemical fertilizers, you have to remember that the knives, cutting boards, pots, and other kitchen equipment are all washed in chemical detergents and the water used to cook with it is tap water full of chlorine, so you’re not getting away from it at all. Must be nice to have the wonderful skill to ignore any and all inconvenient facts. And when it comes to being sexy, it’s not like a school test where you can get a perfect score everyone agrees with. And keeping up with the latest fashions is the same as listening to art critics who just praise whatever appeals to their personal fetishes. Working so hard to appeal other people’s kinks just makes you a pervert. Not to mention an exhibitionist. Tokiwadai is supposed to be a school for proper young ladies, so what the hell are you doing there? Could you stop competing to see who can be the most indecent? Or at least stop obsessing over it? Maybe that’s asking too much since that seems to be your purpose in life and you just love keeping your skin all smooth and shiny, but it makes being around you a trial.  I’m so sick of it. You’re honestly even worse than Kuroko. Have you ever asked yourself what it’s like having a pervert visit you day in and day out? Can I just pay you 300 yen to make you go away? Here, I’ll drop it on the ground, so crawl over, pick it up, and get lost. You disgust me on a fundamental level. Do you get it now? No one can compete with your ability to forget inconvenient facts, so is that the secret behind the Personal Reality that created Mental Out? No, forget it. I don’t want to hear what you have to say. There’s no point in arguing with someone who converts every single thing into a compliment. I’m smart enough to recognize a lost cause when I see one, so just keep your mouth shut before you cause more trouble. Why don’t you understand the best thing you can possibly do is shut up and go away!!?”

“You’re basically a walking violation of the laws against guns and swords, so it’s probably best if you didn’t return to Japan. Do you have any idea how much trouble ability you cause for everyone? Thinking you can get away with anything as long as you have a just cause is a very dangerous way of thinking. That’s how terrorists think. So Academy City was basically handing weapons to a terrorist with you. One of the worst mistakes they’ve ever made. And what’s with that weird Gekota mascot thing? That obsession of yours is completely at odds with how you shoot arcade coins at three times the speed of sound. How about a little consistency? Are you trying to confuse people? And let’s not forget how you wear shorts under your skirt. Was it so impossible for you to correct your own unladylike behavior you had to do that instead? If only you could grow up. Oh, I’m sorry. I should know better than to except you to grow in any way, shape, or form. It was cruel of me to ask that of someone with the flattest of flat chests, wasn’t it? Don’t start bawling, though. Because I can’t imagine anything more annoying. Also, I simply can’t believe you can eat any old thing without investigating what kind of chemicals it has in it when you’re going through the Curriculum that involves injecting you with special drugs alongside the hypnotic suggestion and electric shocks. What is your secret to staying so ignorant? I’d really like to know. Not because I want to live like that though because I absolutely do not. And what kind of mindset led to you developing a power as violent as the Railgun? Did you know actual humans aren’t monsters who eat batteries and circulate machine oil? You’re an enigma from a biology standpoint, so I hope academia can get off their butts and prove that you are neither human nor animal. That would eliminate so much confusion from the world and everyone would be able to sleep a lot sounder at night. Are you even aware how much trouble your very existence causes? Did you think roundhouse kicking vending machines, picking fights with high schoolers, and blasting the city with billion-volt electricity was normal? You did? Huh, fascinating. You feel so little guilt about your misdeeds you could probably start your own cult. Would you purify everyone’s sins by taking them onto your own irresponsible shoulders? Disgusting. I bet the driving force at the root of your being is loneliness. You can’t trust anyone, so you keep your distance. The way you try to solve all your problems on your own is the most obvious way that manifests, but you have an icy heart that trusts machines more than people, don’t you? That would explain where you got that Personal Reality from. I rejected people’s minds after getting to know them too well, but you never even tried to get to know them. I wouldn’t complain if you would just go off and die on your own, but you insist on taking out your frustrations on the people around you. If you hate people that much, why don’t you go visit a desert island so remote it only has a number for a name and protect the country’s front line from there? Not that anyone’s going to attack. When you get down to it, you can’t seem to decide whether you want to be feared as the ultimate fighter or to be protected as a damsel in distress. And that causes constant trouble for everyone around you!!!”