All I think about is saving lives, or lives that have been lost.
I practice in the name of my religion, nation, or clan.
I am cold and calculating in my every word and action, even when furious or frightened.
When the bodies hit the floor, my hands go into automatic.
I consider magical healers and healing either to be cheating and unaccountable, or an integral future counterpart of a greater medical art.
I am waging a personal war on death itself.
I am entranced and inspired by the brilliance and glory of the living body.
I am actively involved in the medical society and engage in theoretical discourse and debate.