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#23 Scars

Trigger warning.

Dozens of people, several holy knights, and a princess were all gathered to see what used to be one of their best knights threaten to take the plunge off of a tall cliff.

In a recent battle he had become scarred, in both body, face, and eventually mind. He was a kind man, a loving husband with two kids... and yet his wife didn't recognize him, and his children both under the age of five feared him.

He tried to go back to work, to at least provide for them even if they were frightened of his change in appearance. But he found that even a small mission would give him flashbacks to the ambush that had caused his scars. He would have a panic attack every time he even saw a rustle in the bushes, and eventually became unfit for work.

So too ashamed to go back to the family he could not support, and too grief stricken to look for other jobs.. he went to a cliff the ambush had happened on... and planned to end his own life.

He was close to the edge now, alarmed cries ringing out for every step he took. Several people and old colleagues had tried to talk to him... and yet none of them could get through to him.

As a last attempt, they decided to call the only people who might be able to get to him quickly enough. The Seven Deadly Sins.

They arrived a few minutes after getting the call from Dreyfus, and Merlin immediately began getting ready to teleport him away from the cliff. However she was stopped by the command of a certain blond that had a different idea.

The captian walked slowly and calmly, as if he wasn't going towards a person trying to end his own life. He wasn't panicked, he wasn't rushed, and he wasn't nervous. In fact, the boy didn't even address the situation at all. He simply took a seat next to the man and stared out at the sky now crimson and pink from the sun setting over the horizon.

"It's so pretty this time of day.. Don't you think?"

The man was shocked by the sudden question. He had prepared himself for pleading or guilt tripping, not this.

"Y-Yes I.. suppose it is."

"I've always loved this time of day. Even when I was a kid. Not having much was always worth it after looking at the pretty sky. Like my worries were being taken away as the sun was.."

What's he going on about? He's the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins! One of the most feared and powerful groups in all of Britannia! How can he say he didn't have much?

"Say.. I don't think I caught your name. What is it?"

Why does he care?

"D-Dale S-Sir."
(I picked a random side character who I thought would fit this situation.)

"Dale huh? I've heard some good things about you. You are a hell of a soldier from what I've been told."

"You won't make me change mind by telling me that.. so I suggest you stop wasting your breath."

"Oh, I'm not trying to change your mind. If you want to jump then do it, I won't stop ya. It's your life to end after all, why would it be my place to tell you to live when I don't know your reason to?

The man blinked, shocked by the nonchalant answer he received. At first he thought it was a trick, the boy trying to use reverse psychology or trick him into feeling guilty, but even as he took another step, Meliodas didn't move from his spot on the grass. Perfectly at peace staring at the sunset.

"That's a pretty nasty scar you have. I've heard it spreads all over your body. That must have been painful."

Dale flinched at hearing the sentence from the other, even though the blond didn't seem to notice the discomfort.