rei

Denji is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like him. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Denji. Denji could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Denji was me. Denji is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Denji is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Denji side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Denji every day and say, “Yup, he’s me.” I can practically see Denji whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Denji is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Denji is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Denji and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar he is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Denji, I had an existential crisis. What it Denji was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if he actually became aware of my existence? Did he have the ability to become self-aware?