and his noise is reaching for me , too , eagerness and worry coming forward like fingers and hands , asking me , begging me to put the gun down , put it down and make everything all right , make it so all this stops- and he says , `` we could be brothers- '' and i cast my eyes to davy's- and i see myself in them , see myself in his noise , see the mayor as my father and davy as my brother and viola as our sister- see the hopeful smile rising to davy 's lips- and for the third time , i have to ask- forgive me .