"I need to speak with him. I'll send him a note, but if you could pass that along..." His voice drifted off. Bellatrix knew about Rabastan's personal struggles, but he really only talked about it with his brother.
He stared at the tea for a moment after Bellatrix asked. "I'm fucking shit, Bellatrix," he replied in a quiet voice. "I realise that you, Rod, Dolohov, Rookwood... I know I'm not the only one. But for whatever stupid fucking reason, my personality got a lot worse. I--I don't even know who I am anymore. In school, I was the asshole pureblood on the Quidditch team. Then, one fight changed my who bloody life. I get the shit kicked out of me on the field, and my entire life changes. Suddenly my parents think I'm rubbish, I can barely keep up in school, and now I've got, what, two or three things wrong with me mentally that I need potions for. I was never good enough, nothing was good enough, so I was thrown in Azkaban. My parents knew I didn't deserve a good pureblooded witch, they knew that. So, guess what? I never got a wife. I've had to stand around while all of my friends, including my brother, get families. So now, everyone thinks, 'Oh, poor Rabastan, let's call him up and invite him for a sit-down.' Now I'm pitied. I'm not respected. I'm a nutter, taking potions, who's mentally handicapped and can't get a decent fucking shag. That's how I am, Bella."
He sighed. It was not an attack on her and he did not mean any disrespect. However, Rabastan had been holding that in for a long time and it was probably best he got it all out of his system.