Now, though? That was impossible. Because Trisha Elric was alive when Trisha Elric should have been dead and… my eyes lit up, “Trisha Elric is dead…” I murmured. Then, louder, “Trisha Elric is dead.” I announced firmly. My mind churned, its gears spun, I formulated a plan of sheer and total brilliance.

“I am technically right here,” Trisha raised her hand, “And I’m only legally dead.”

“No, no,” I shook my head, “You don’t get it. Trisha Elric is dead. You, Trisha, on the other hand, are well and alive.” She blinked as I fell to a knee, “Oh, Trisha whose last name I have conveniently forgotten, would you be my happily married spouse of three years who has come here with me searching for legal Amestrian citizenship?”