Toren felt more and more confused. He could not figure out his brother at all.
He tried stitching up reasons and stories, fabricating backdrops, and tricking his own mind just to justify his brother's actions. Toren was there – all the time.
In the past, present, and future. He knew about everything, but because of his lost memories, he got divided into two separate persons.
Struggling to make things out from the little of what he perceives, he remained frustrated at Coen's peculiar schemes.
Coen, at one moment, would point a gun against the colonel and refuse to shoot the man.
Toren thought that he was being blackmailed by some opposing group or internal feud, but none of his lifestyles and interactions suggested such.
The scene would repeat itself over and over until everyone else around him had grown up and died, while he remained intact and young.
He would willingly resign when everyone was observed to be aging, then he would rest until the next generation arrives.
Coen had also become a politician and an ambassador.
He would point a gun against the chief, but would eventually not be able to do so. Toren does not have an idea about what kind of internal war his brother was fighting, but it felt heavy and serious.
There was sincerity in his commitment – a strange thing to see in fulfilling a crime.
A sin, to be more specific. The act comes out as naturally as his flowing life, but the execution became stifled by the last moment.
Toren knew that he was once a soldier and a man who had done a lot of killings, but something seemed to be on the way while he was about to do the same thing to the person he was always serving.
Coen became a different person, generation by generation, getting assigned to different labors as he worked on a seemingly completely different mission.
The longest he stayed was to be an architect and carpenter.
It seemed like he was sincerely passionate about it, but he was quite clueless about it too.
Coen was too fixated into something else, he had never seen the passion of his own heart.
How can something so near seem so far for a person with a completely different false goal?
Toren still could not figure out what was going on, but he was definitely there.
He walked through with his brother until he felt like he was fading.
When Coen had become a bartender in the 20th century, he had changed his shotgun into a pistol and sneaked some chances. People at his gunpoint are usually clueless and motionless and unconscious.
And it felt less painful, hopefully.
Coen had also become a public servant over and over, almost killing a president.
He became a doctor too, almost shooting at the director who was the head of the hospital he was working in. He soon became a priest after taking up theology and stayed at the convention, quickly adapting to the contemporary beliefs which had been a revised version of the religions before.
Before becoming a bishop, he had met the pope during a papal visit at the city and quitted as an evangelist afterwards.
But the one which shook Toren the most was when his brother had become an artist.
Studying different styles of artworks had given him the platform to do some paintings.
Toren felt so drawn every time he painted.
Additionally, it was the first freelance occupation that his brother took without attempting to murder someone.
It was sort of a 'break' for both of them.
However, the peaceful and interesting job only lasted for a few years until Coen had to return to his original intentions.