“My boy,” Logan said. “You finally learned to be a killer.”

Season 2’s finale was days away. The family thought they had their sacrificial lamb.

But Kendall wasn’t a killer. He was a corpse walking. As his siblings looked on—Shiv with fury, Roman with unease—Kendall realized the truth Season 2 had been building toward: his father didn’t want a son. He wanted a tombstone with a pulse.

The man himself entered. Not with a limp, but with the slow, tectonic power of a continent drifting. He sat at the head, unfolded his reading glasses like a general unsheathing a sword, and said:

“I’ll do it,” Kendall said.

Roman snickered, swirling a bourbon he wasn’t old enough to drink. “Details, bro. The optics are clerical. The reality is… also clerical, but with more dead passengers.”