for, dying on the verge of wisdom

"An undying war," She said softly, not knowing what else to call it. "It has been going on long before we arrived, and I am certain it will continue." Those birds unfortunate to be thrown on the ground by their peers and enemies during the battles did not tell her much before they died, but she gathered enough knowledge to know that she did not want much to do with either side. "We are unaligned in this war. They do not bother us, we don't bother them, and in return we get the occasional meal from their dead. They do not really seem to mind it."