when louisa hears that she cries so hard that the whole roof sways. she bitterly regrets asking. because who can make someone grieve for a person they never even knew, so that it hurts this much? she cries so it feels like her ribs are breaking. joar gets so unnerved by her tears that he eventually mumbles:
"it was... it was over twenty years ago."
"not for ME! for me she dies NOW!"
that's the worst thing with stories.
"it might sound like an unhappy ending, but only if you forget how many times during this story we've told you that someone laughed. how many really good nows is that? how many people ever have more?"
"why are you sitting up there? you might fall!" he calls to louisa.
"what about me? i might fall too," joar shouts back, insulted.
"you're old, you don't have so much to live for."
disappointment is a powerful thing. used correctly, it is stronger than fear, more terrible than physical pain, if you see it in the eyes of the one you love, you'll do almost anything to make it stop.