David shrugged, used the slow motion as chance to dig through memories that were blurred by both time and grief. He'd never thought he'd have to explain this, hadn't really thought about very much beyond surviving each day at a time back then.
"Someone new someone," he finally answered. "It was word of mouth, rumors of a ... promised land for mutants who weren't accepted on the surface. I never knew how much truth there was to it, if any, and that was back in ... God, '98? Maybe? After that, information didn't really travel so quickly in the tunnels, I never heard anything else until I left a few years ago. Even then, not much." David shook his head.