Three eyed One with a curious look. The way she spoke and talked to him about Five, it felt strange, different from how she usually thought and acted on the skunk. He took a step backwards, somewhat intimidated by this sudden twist if her character. He had known One also since she was brought into the facility. And she was almost very reserved, a somewhat solitary person, probably due to her venom-like blood. But now the cat couldn't put heads to tail with this.
His eyes shut wide open when she mentioned that others might have seen it, however it wasn't the fact that she said it, but the way. It felt somewhat amused in a way, Three could not help but shudder slightly at the fact that One would or could get some sort of gratisfaction from this ordeal. She and Thirteen had always been close friends, very close even. So why would she talk like this? Was she happy for what he had done wit Thirteen, or was there more behind it? He wished that he could see behind that mask. Her face covered up with that bloody metal, which made it impossible for him to read the female decent enough. His own abilities didn't grant him insight into anyone's mind, so he was at a loss.
Suddenly he gasped somewhat when he felt her tail brush his chin, the way that One did this. Was there something she wanted from him?! His face became concerned for One, as he brought his head a bit more turned in, as if trying to shelter himself somewhat. "Are you feeling alright One?" But he didn't get the answer that he hoped for, he even got the opposit of it. As his eyes widened again and his heart raced at the words that began to burry into his flesh as if it were needles themselves. One was actually being sarcastic to him in a very degrading manner even.
That once so friendly person that he knew was suddenly being cold to Three. More so, she seemed to enjoy even what she said. The cat began to wonder if whatever happened during that fight wasn't what might have caused this. It couldn't have been the fact she was granted a Succes no?... Most Successes he had seen or heard off, were by their nature very cold and intimidating. They wanted to win and it showed, then you had natural talents like Thirteen... But now Three was wondering where One belonged.
He gulped once when he saw her move off to the mess hall. He brought his thumb to his mouth and bit on it hard, trying not to say anything back. He would wait and see what would happen. But in his mind he prayed and hoped that One would not loose that kind sweet attitude she has always had. Not because she was granted a Succes, it was not worth it to sacrifice what made her, her. Just for being able to be seen a Succes.