"You always think the regime is as stable as a mountain, Mycroft." Salomon held Mycroft's confidence in utter contempt, using his own arrogance to point at Mycroft's. "You dance freely in Whitehall's shadows as though no one can see your clumsy steps, as though you can evade every blade. You actually think I wouldn't release one or two Vampires into Whitehall, completely destroying the administrative center of the British Empire and your cozy old nest."
"Chaos would do you no good. I know very well that even if you wanted to create chaos, you would not do it this way. I know, and you know that I know." Mycroft shrugged. "Our goals are aligned, and we both bear secrets. So why not be a little more candid and let me solve a mystery that remained unresolved years ago? What exactly is your relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., or rather, Nick Fury? Why did MI6 find you existing at both ends of the Earth at once? I will venture a hypothesis: one of you was fake—perhaps that deduction is somewhat crude, but the alternative is that both were you. I still do not understand how you did it, so resolve my doubts. Was that not the purpose of our conversation?"
"Since I have already found where your blood relative is, I can tell you some things you are permitted to know. Only then would it be fair." Ignoring Mycroft's probing expression, Salomon spoke calmly. "I was present at the Battle of New York, which was why the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. came looking for me. Besides, you guessed correctly. The one in New York and the one in Oxford were both me. But it is like a magic trick: it looks miraculous at first glance, but once you think carefully about the principle behind