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“You don’t really like Tristan do you?” Ban asked his son.
Lancelot glanced at his father before turning his gaze away. “Depends on what you mean by don’t like. I don’t dislike him.”
“You’re neutral, then.”
“Yeah. I care for him and all, I don't dislike him but to say I like him is another matter.” Lancelot told his father. "Does that bother you?"
Ban ruffled his son's hair. "No. That's just how things are. No need to get up in arms about it."
"I'm glad you feel that way. I may be neutral... but Tristan isn't."
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"You don't like Lancelot do you?" Tristan was taken off guard by his father's question.
It was true that Tristan didn't like Lancelot, in fact he outright disliked him but... "That's not true!"
Meliodas just smiled. "It's fine if you don't."
Tristan was quiet for a moment. His dad clearly already knew that he didn't like Lancelot, it seemed there was little point in trying to hide it.
"It didn't start off this way. But then..." Lancelot was amazing, he was powerful and dependable and Tristan’s father trusted him. Tristan trialed off. He didn't want to tell Meliodas about the jealousy that had caused it. "I just can't stand him anymore."
"There's no need to feel guilty over this. It's just a feeling, you've done nothing wrong."
Tristan abruptly turned around. “I won’t let this get in the way of my duty.” Tristan and Lancelot were both part of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse, they had to work together.
“But after this is over… I don’t really want to see him anymore.”