[Prince nods, a shallow tip of his head, arms crossing over his chest. A somewhat unusual war of her own, but still, it bore little in common with their own situation. If she could understand that, she would have an easier time. So often soldier's believed they understood what it was they had entered into. And that was a dangerous illusion. One of his hands gestured as he finally spoke, wrist loose and elbow close to his body-]

I see. In contrast, we have no world to defend. The enemy has no ground to conquer. And we do not fight as two armies on a field. We are not soldiers. We have no king and no general. When this ends, we will either be alive as we are or we will be dead, without a chance of retreat or terms.

[There would be no treaty. There would be no surrender. There was no glory in it, there was only, at times, a certain satisfaction of driving a sliver into the pad of a great beast's foot as it approaches with slavering jaws.]

So you see, it is no war. It is warding off a predator.

[Unsuccessfully, for the most part.]