Again. Meatbags. It translates, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out.

There are several things she could respond to in that one, but Aeryn continues to take the narrow road.
The only one she knows, and the one to which war is as normal and natural as breathing, birth and death.

"You think of war as noble?" It's a careful question, and she doesn't let her voice side with any opinion.