Dust sighed. This part of the dance was always the worst. The first time she'd been fired this way, she had tried hiring a lawyer, defending herself in court. It wasn't right that one mistake would be held against her for the rest of her life, a mistake that hadn't even done permanent injury to a single pony. She had learned many things during that fight, but the most painful lesson was that they could fire her. It didn't matter that all weatherponies worked for the crown. "I do not quit," she said, speaking slowly and clearly. "I do not resign."