"Topsiders?" Never a word he'd used, street scum had been a particularly inventive replacement among some of the younger Morlocks he'd known. And David suddenly had a sense of how bad it really was, when faced with the implication that he was just another one of those normal mutants, the ones who had it so great. Which was another lie in and of itself, very few people had perfect lives however it might seem, but ...
It felt strange, trying to phrase it. Almost a little bit silly, even. But her confession deserved at least that bit of truth. "I know what that's like. We were - it was my life, for years. We were the Morlocks too ... not as big a group as I'd heard about in New York, just a handful of us. But I know that life."