I forgot everything once; I didn't know my name or where I was from. [ the tone of sabo's voice will shift and become, once again, a bit off. there's a genuine wistful sadness to it. however, the more he speaks the more desperate it will become. his grip tightening a bit more. ] It's horrible—forgetting. I don't want to forget anything ever again.

...and I don't want to be forgotten.

[ sabo's whole deamore will return to ""normal"" and he'll tilt his head to one side as he looks down at flat. ]

So, what kind of thing would you want to put in a museum, Flat?