Saurfang: Anduin, Sylvanas' actions have threatened us all. Day by day, her power grows. If our world is to survive, we must strike while we still can. Meet with me, and we will speak.
Anduin: So few.
Saurfang: How many can you provide?
Anduin: Enough for one final assault. If that fails...we're done. If we end her reign, what kind of warchief will you be?
Saurfang: The Horde are joined at birth to blood. Tainted by corruption. The road that led to the Dark Portal was long and wide. Paved with the bones of innocents. We called it the Path of Glory. That was the great lie upon which the Horde was founded. If anything we did was honorable--Thrall, Vol'jin--they were not the true heirs to Blackhand's bloody legacy. Sylvanas Windrunner IS.
Anduin: No, no, this is the Horde, led by you. Someone that has--
Saurfang: Honor...I've never known honor. They deserve more. The Horde is doomed to be shackled by the chains of the past.
Anduin: The Horde has no exclusive claim to regrets. Arthas, Daelin...The ghosts of the past haunt us as well.
Saurfang: We could not fill the chasm between the Horde and Alliance if we labored a thousand years. You know this.
Anduin: Then what are we fighting for?
Saurfang: Soldiers, on your feet!
Anduin: Start breaking camp, immediately.
Zek'han: Lord Saurfang?
Saurfang: Zek'han, where is our home?
Zek'han: Orgrimmar?
Saurfang: Not our city...our home.
Zek'han: Azeroth.
Anduin: And ours?
Jaina: Azeroth.
Anduin: Right now, there are only two forces in this world that matter. One bent on harming our world...
Saurfang: And one that will protect her!
Zek'han: So, what are we doing?
Saurfang: Breaking the cycle.
