"Hahaha... Hahahaha!" Byron Holt laughed maniacally, tears eventually welling in his eyes. He leaned forward, staring at Ivy Holden up close through the blast-proof glass wall. "Darling, you make me think of a certain phrase—brilliantly clever. You are such a brilliantly clever girl, hahahaha..."
The guard intervened again. "The suspect is having a psychotic episode; he needs to be taken back immediately! I'm recommending this visit be terminated!"
Ivy Holden ignored the guard, shot to her feet, and stared at Byron Holt. "Are you saying that Leila Lane, and all the girls you murdered before her, they were all just... material for you?"
"No, no, no. To call them 'material' would be blasphemy." Byron Holt wiped away a tear, his maniacal laughter giving way to a pious expression. "They are the most beautiful pigments in the world. It's no exaggeration to say they rival the work of the gods..."
