Why?

Erik stared into the darkness around them as they waited, resting his hands on the handle of his hammer in order to lean on it.
He found it hard to believe that mere weeks ago, he had been alone and peaceful.
Now he was a killer of gods and Jotun alike.
He did nothing to stop Tiella as she stormed off. He knew her pain well and figured it would be better for them all if she had some time alone.
His eyes gazed at the encampment he had been in, the grand hall still alive with whoops and cheers.
Looking to Balar, he for the first time wondered what the man considered of him.
“Balar, forgive me for taking so long in asking, but why did you trust me? I could have been another mad beast waiting to eat you, but you and Tiella accepted me with little concern.”