( okay, first off, deeply offended here because: )

I didn't do a thing! I'd just met him outside in the rain, asked if he was okay and all he could talk about was "culling the weak" and killing everyone on board!

( ah staci pratt, their beloved local mashed potato eating weirdo. something of an unofficial apocalypse cousin to clarke, who'd gone from threatening to kill him if he'd ever misstepped again to embracing him in the middle of sundries upon her return and professing her love for him over an ice cream sandwich. who once got triggered so bad by a bloody vest that he'd definitely proven himself to be anything but harmless, and had been dealt with appropriately. )

All I did was make sure he couldn't actually follow through on it.