She didn't want to do it.
She wished she'd never heard of this procedure, that she'd burned all records of it.
This was torture.
Taking a dead man and playing God.
Revekka didn't want to be god. She wanted to give Phil what he wanted. She wanted to give him death, peace.
But she was under orders.
Give him Tahiti.
And she did, not even able to go home and drink to forget what she'd done. She was in the middle of nowhere, pretending to be God. And she couldn't tell her best friend, she couldn't tell a single damned soul.
She hated her job.
She was going to be sick.