We have destroyed the last of the Pfhor that followed us to this (/time?). The final manuscript has been saved, and we are leaving this (/time?) now. Our greatest thanks, and our greatest sorrows that S'bhuth created this crisis. You have struggled long enough to fill many epics; indeed, individuals amongst our (/group-neural-network?) are vying for the chance to record this tale in verse. We would reward you if we were capable, but our understanding of human desires is still greatly limited.
Durandal once spoke of a renegade star that was crossing into our galaxy. We will return now to the (/time?) whence we came; and from there, we will attempt to find this renegade sun. There you can choose to come, or choose to stay. We cannot, however, allow you to remain here... That is S'bhuth's task.