Forte's guess would seem to be right, as the door opens and Leviathan brings in a tray with a couple bowls of something that looks like gray porridge, each with a spoon. "I've brought lunch, Master X." She sets his bowl on the desk, then settles onto the floor with her own since there are no other chairs.

"Thank you, Leviathan," says the Copy. He hesitates, glancing towards the datapads. "The rest of the disposals were carried out today?"

"Yes, Master X." Leviathan watches a second, then stands back up, placing her bowl on the desk and moving closer to the copy to put a hand on his shoulder. "It still troubles you, doesn't it. But you know there wasn't any other choice."