Swiftcurrent Creek where'd you learn to shoot your gun so straight

Her tearful words were like a slap – the tear of his being as he struggled with the desire to console the free reign of emotion he had brought upon her while also needing to put distance between them as he considered everything that had transpired. The latter won – his ears gave a flick of recognition to her words, and they haunted him with each step he took until he came upon Aria, closer to the borders.
 
He gruffly requested her to go with him, striding across the borders and to the direction of the taiga, each step he taking his mind wracked over his time with his mate – dissecting their relationship piece by piece, believing fully to have showed her that he loved her.
 
Mostly, he had to focus on that, rather than the voice of teary emotion he had heard before his departure.