There's no Fourth Wall to block Sage's Eye, but he's not worried about being read. It's just like her; there's a reason she called his Avatar out, after all. She may not have been first to figure it out, but she was the first to refuse to accept it.

"Somehow," he concedes with a thin smile, looking both too old and too young in his body. He raises a hand, seeing no cracks but knowing he should be littered with them.

"I was fading away but I read your story one more time. When I heard you I.... wanted to knock back. I wanted to see your ending."

To give them a happy ending.

He doesn't lower his hand. Instead, he reaches out to gently touch her shoulder.

The Oldest Dream is looking at The Architect of the False Last Act warmly.