Trans-location complete. Commencing planetary analysis of Azeroth.
Stand back, mortals. I am not here to fight you.
It is in the universe's best interest to re-originate this planet should my analysis find systemic corruption. Do not interfere.
Analysis complete. There is partial corruption in the planet's life-support systems as well as complete corruption in most of the planet's defense mechanisms.
Begin uplink: Reply Code: 'Omega'. Planetary re-origination requested.
Farewell, mortals. Your bravery is admirable, for such flawed creatures.
I have seen worlds bathed in the Makers' flames. Their denizens fading without so much as a whimper. Entire planetary systems born and raised in the time that it takes your mortal hearts to beat once. Yet all throughout, my own heart, devoid of emotion... of empathy. I... have... felt... NOTHING! A million, million lives wasted. Had they all held within them your tenacity? Had they all loved life as you do?
Perhaps it is your imperfection that which grants you free will. That allows you to persevere against cosmically calculated odds. You prevailed where the Titans' own perfect creations have failed.
I've rearranged the reply code. Your planet will be spared. I cannot be certain of my own calculations anymore.
I lack the strength to transmit the signal. You must hurry. Find a place of power close to the skies.