Soarin knew that Spitfire would be heartbroken, but it had to be done. He’d tried all he could to just let her behavior at the tryouts slide, but he just couldn’t bottle something like that up for long.
 
“Look, I forgive you! I really do,” Soarin reassured her, “but, well…”  
He nearly cringed when Spitfire started to choke up. It was such a far cry from her usual stoic self.
 
“I-I just can’t trust you right now.”
 
He somberly gave her back the now rock-stale pie that sparked their relationship years ago. The deed done, He turned back and started to trot away.
 
“Soarin, please! I made a mistake! I… I just don’t know what went–”
 
Soarin gave her a look back. “I’m sorry, Spits. We’re through.”