Harry nodded, letting out a heavy breath, "Yeah... yeah, his mind is... it feels unstable. Shaky. Like a chair balancing constantly on its back legs, only someone has sawn off the front ones as well," he licked his lips, "He’s got it," he said quietly, reluctantly, "He’s got the ring - he’s wearing it. He’s obsessed with it. Half his mind is constantly thinking about it. Flexing his fingers to feel it and tapping it on things to hear it. It’s the only thing that  makes him feel alive," he shuddered, "It was like being in the mind of a husk," he admitted, "he’s splitting at the seams," he glanced up into Draco’s face, realising he’d not said a word, "Are you okay?"