[ as flat speaks, sabo's pleasant expression doesn't falter for a moment, well, except for a single twitch when he says it's rude to refer to him as sabo. ]

Why are you speaking about me as though I'm not here?

[ a moment of hostility in his voice before it shifts again to something more strained. ]

...but it isn't the actions of me alone that will be remembered. It'll be the memories of the group who will be remembered. The collective whole. My name will fade away and only the organization will remain.

[ he'll look away from flat and back to the wall. he had gotten distracted by the conversation that he forgot what he was doing. again, forgetting. sabo doesn't let go of flat's wrist but goes back to scrapping at the wall. ]

If that will even remain.