The relief of having the package, the letter, the responsibility taken away from him was enormous, though it was Percy's arms around him that finally made his stomach settle down. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt this helpless before, even when he first found out his mother was kidnapped he'd had some semblance of a plan (granted a crappy one) to hold onto, something to do about the situation. It had made him feel less useless, he now realised, when the only thing he could do was cling to Percy and try to find comfort in his words.
Somehow though it was impossible. 'He's torturing her, Percy, how can I-' his voice broke, sounding more like a strangled sob than anything else. 'God only knows what sick games he and Bellatrix...' he silenced as he felt his stomach roll again, pushing down the bile in his throat.
When he spoke again, it was almost with a whisper. 'I almost wish she was dead, that he'd just killed her painlessly instead of putting her through...this.' A stab of pain and guilt rushing through him as the words left his mouth, and he groaned. 'God, how can I even think such a thing?' he groaned.