The taste of peace was sweet indeed. And very foreign to the general who'd never even thought of the concept. Even as he was being 'escorted' towards Killahead Bridge, presumably to the Trollhunter, he felt it settle over him like nothing he'd ever experienced before, even beyond the safely he'd felt resting in the cavern. In the depth of his being he knew that should one of the Daylight warriors strike him he would neither harm them or honestly blame them. He understood that regardless of his actions it was a small drop compared to the downpour of blood to his account. He was a danger to then, for if he forget himself and fell into a battle frenzy he'd likely take a few lives before they could stop him. And who knew how many of their family and friends had turned to stone beneath his fists?
Perhaps, if death was to be his sentence (as for Deya to reopen the Bridge ever would be foolish, especially now when Gunmar was quite likely just on the other side trying to get back through) it would be fitting for the Trollhunter to deliver it. At the very least, the general knew beyond a doubt she would make it a quick, merciful end.
Yet now that he'd had a taste of this peace, he found himself suddenly wanting to cling to his life a considerable amount more than when he'd first decided he couldn't follow Gunmar anymore.
"Well, general," Deya greeted when he was before her, "I admit I didn't expect to see you here again. But then again given what I have seen from you perhaps the unexpected is exactly what I should expect." She was smiling at him, he noticed, Daylight on her back and her posture relaxed, calm. "You took quite a risk, on multiple fields. What I'm wondering is why?" The general rumbled softly as he thought before answering.
"Needed here. Knew that."
"Hmm." What Deya thought about his answer he couldn't say, but calls from somewhere behind him told quite clearly what some of the others thought about the situation.
"He's a danger, Trollhunter!"
"He's a Gumm-Gumm! Even though he helped us, he can't be trusted!"
"Let him go, and he'll just continue killing and terrorising any human he comes across. What else could he do? They eat humans!" The broad consensus seemed to be that the general was too much of a threat to Trollkind and humankind alike to be left to his own devices. Some called for imprisonment for the rest of his centuries, others for his death. The general kept his eyes on Deya, knowing that her decision would seal his fate. Whatever it was, he would accept it.
He was free of Gunmar. His actions had assured that many other humans - like the couple he'd hidden, like the small fleshbag he'd seen die - would have a chance at a good, long life. Anything else was minor by comparison.
Deya studied him for a few moments more, then her smile turned into a wry smirk.
"Now, what in Merlin's name am I to do with you?"