"No, she's not supposed to be dead. She's Bellatrix, she's supposed to be invincible," Rabastan watched his brother rock back and forth and wondered what the hell he needed to do. This...Comfort thing was not in his realm of knowledge.
He watched his brother cry, really cry, and he started to choke up a bit. Rodolphus wasn't supposed to cry, and Rabastan couldn't get over watching his brother be so...Vulnerable.
Rabastan took a deep breath, "Maybe...Maybe there's nothing you can do. Grief... It's a natural thing, you can't help it. And we can't bring Bellatrix back...We could go after the Weasley bitch if you wanted." Comfort, he was unfamiliar with, revenge? Revenge was comfortable and well within his capabilities as a younger brother.