She'd given up. She wasn't quite sure when it had happened. But at some point she'd stopped considering helping the Doctors and just accepted that this was her life now. It was all there was left for her. Her wars, all past, the old Romana's gone and now there was only him. And so she sat with him as he tortured the Tardis turned woman. She closed her eyes and looked away for a moment at least until she felt his gaze on her, and felt the others in her mind. Angry, hurt but ready to fight them. The rage of the Ninth and the bitter fury of the Eleventh.
"Yes I sense them. How could I not, they know where we are, but you were ready for that weren't you?"
He was going to want to kill that Tardis and it was so much easier for Romana if she didn't talk to her, didn't acknowledge her. Just saw her as a being outside of anything she knew. Just an object. Because then the hurt couldn't be so great, could it? But already the Doctors would never forgive her and she knew that, she knew it well. And she'd very much made her choice. "I love you. I want you to know that, whatever happens, I want you to remember that."
That smile on his face worried her of course, she'd seen it so many times before.