Aita is me. Literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like this. There is no way you can convince me Aita is not me. Aita could not possibly be anymore me. It's me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me on the topic of Aita not possibly being me, then I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Aita is me. Aita is me, it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Aita is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Aita side by side, you'd see no difference. I can safely look at Aita every day and say "Yup, that's me". I can practically see Aita every time I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside and people stop me to comment how similar I look and act to Aita. I chuckle softly as I'm assured everyday Aita is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed every morning knowing that I've found my identity with Aita and I know my place in this world. It's really quite funny how similar Aita is to me, it's almost like we're identical twins. When I first saw Aita, I had an existential crisis. What if Aita was the real me and I was the fictional being. What if Aita actual became aware of my existence? Did this character have the ability to become self aware itself?