"Until we figure out what's wrong and how to fix it," Jack answered, meeting his gaze squarely. "You've gotten worse since you've been here, Oliver. Something had you so angry you wanted to attack anything that got in your way."

Blue eyes sharpened. "Something that had you ready to kill, like you're supposed to be God or something."

Yet then his expression softened slightly and he continued, "So I had to get you out of the city, because I don't know exactly what happened. But I couldn't take the risk of anything happening because of you -- or to you, either."