[Guest muse??? for @timetreatment ]
It's all her fault. She doesn't need to be told, though she often is. It's never an insult, always praise; that he couldn't have done it without her, that she's played the doting wife role perfectly, that she's been instrumental in all this death. It only rubs salt in the wounds. She didn't know there was going to be so much death.
She'd been warned, in his defense. Can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs. She was never against killing one or two or a dozen people who stood between them and success. She never liked to see it, it's always made her squeamish, but she went along with it, and that makes her as bad as him, doesn't it?
She doesn't know where she decided to draw the line between acceptable number of lives lost and unacceptable. His temper certainly influenced her drawing that line; she had no problem with all the violence when it was convenient for her, when he put the effort into convincing her that he'd never treat her like that.
She's in over her head now, but isn't that what she wanted? To be queen of the world, underqualified and only following orders? He boiled her like a lobster. Last she remembered, everything was fine. They were rich, powerful, in love. Now she doesn't know who to turn to. There's no one she can turn to, no one who's sympathy for her is greater than their fear of him.
But… there is someone who isn't afraid of him. Of course, she doubts he has any sympathy for her. He's a genius. Always able to save the day, always able to outsmart anyone, always willing to forgive. The way Harry talks about him makes her feel sick. But, he knows the truth; More of the truth than Lucy's ever been told.
So, she finds herself approaching their captive, while Harry is too busy with Tanya, or Steven, or Sophie, or all three at once to even wonder where his wife is. She doesn't know what to say to him, when surely he hates her, when surely he's smart enough to know that this is all her fault, that the destruction of Earth weighs heavy on her shoulders. So, she doesn't say anything. She sits beside his cell and waits for him to ask what she wants. Maybe by the time he does, she'll have figured it out.