I did hanker for a sumptuous Eric O’Bannon death, but after having it served, only a fraction of me says: “You deserve it.” I was wanting more piercing. I wished him pain and guilt – stacks of emotional torture that he never got, in addition to the same thing Danny ducked out from, repentance. Death, apparently, for him was a convenient resort untimely bestowed.
To the end he was the same douchebag since the beginning of Bloodline. There hardly was a maturity for him. He was stagnant corrupting people throughout the series. His sister, his mom and Danny and Rayburns.
We were able to see drastic character shifts with all the Rayburns, being frazzled with dilemmas they had to deal with to protect their family’s and personal status quo. Danny, however, was an exception and the development was least seen with Kevin who both got themselves entangled with drug syndicates being accessories.
We’ve been first surprised with John and Meg being a police and a lawyer to connive and clear free the Rayburn premises the drugs covertly stashed by Danny. It was a tragic, no-return tipping point that, however multiplied conflicts, offered a temporary resolve: the clan maintained its reputation as a respectable local figure.
Illicit as it may be, but it can’t be denied that their choices and actions were effective given that they were able to vindicate themselves of legal sanctions and veil their crimes. How was this able to happen was because their ceaseless tenacity to keep their reputation hard pressed them to take necessary heavy lifts – even if they transgressed morality and laws – which is a vital framework for any drastic change that leads to either development or destruction.
For Danny and Eric, was there ever any time they significantly took off from a part of themselves that was keeping their footing? They never tried to wring free from their (godforsaken) values.
It’s always easier to linger in comfort zones, so it’s often those folks who don’t hop over hurdles don’t get displaced until their last breath, case on point for the two pity wretched souls.
They may have had suffered throughout their lifetimes, but they barely paid for the harm they tossed out to others, particularly to their families. Their deaths were conclusions of their lifelong self-oppression and not as tokens for the lives they ruined excluding theirs. Even if they, too, were victims, I maintain nothing less of the repulsion that had accreted on how they festered individuals trying to make sense out of their lives, despite not being circumstantially clean at all.
The conspiracy behind Danny’s injury was not enough of an excuse for the Danny’s perilous and sordid fate that followed; so was for the falling apart of the rest of the Rayburns.
On a subcutaneous level of looking at him for his resentment to his family, one might see how awful of a human being he innately was. Every other Rayburns took part in preserving their name esteemed by reframing the truth behind his shoulder injury. No way it was right, and sure as hell, it was difficult for everyone to get their heads wrapped around all the lies. But each grappled with their morality for something that they look up at to greater than themselves – the family.
For Danny, it was abandonment. Why? Because his gaze stops at himself. Was it being egocentric? For me, yes. In fact, it could have been his singular fair share of contribution to his family.
Why don’t they deserve death after all?
Death was a passport to escape. It doesn’t only end, but does absolve everything of the dead including the suffering, guilt and remorse that should have been made as a huddle payment to others who had been unfairly troubled by Danny and Eric.
I was hoping for that kind of development because I wanted them to be stabbed, punched and flogged over and over by what I think they deserve and – of course – to be deeply apologetic. But as reality slaps, some will rather die than feel horribly sorry to keep their pathetic figment of pride.