[He leans back against the roof. There's a long vine creeping up the side of it... ought to clean this place up some time, he thinks. The Grove is showing its age.]

You were just a normal kid. A little quieter than the others— [a nod downward, to where people are congregating,] but not for any no-good reasons. The older kids treated you like a little brother, but it always looked to me like you were sticking up for them. If anyone picked on your little group, you were the first to intervene.

There was no curse back then. Nothing awful happening other than the most mundane shit known to man.