[ With every moment that passes, Ate tries to find more cracks in Belial's metaphorical surface, more footholds and more ways to get in. She does her best to focus on doubt — Is this a good idea? Do I really want to do this? — her face twisting as she tries to focus. Still, she doesn't bother to speak, concentrating her efforts on doing what she can from the distance that they're at. (The others, after all, are doing enough to present elements of doubt. She just has to capitalize on them.) ]
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