There is no consent involved in refusing to be healed. We belong to the tsar, and we must be ready to fight. Refusing medical aid, is killing a soldier.

[It's treason.]

Now you won't need to make a guess, because I have explained it to you. [With a small wave of his hand, the hand not currently holding his ale. Aleksander turns away to look at the other patrons, the life still being lived around them.

It was still strange, to sit without a second heart beating next to his own. Only a few months, or had it been years? with a tether binding them and now he almost missed it.]

Being medically trained must be useful here. And on the station.