The first swipe of purple light caught on her tears - not of horror but grief, made all the more powerful by her newfound knowledge of the power of love wrapped up inside every life. To see that life destroyed, laid to ruin in pools of wrong around her, was an emotional blow that rooted her to the wet floor. She gasped through the grief, fought her way up from it, and narrowed her focus.
There had been a scream. Someone else was still alive. Someone else was still fighting to stay that way.
The second pass of the blacklight showed tears, yes, but also anger - also purpose. She held her body slightly closer to the ground as she moved, all muscles coiled, arms out gently at her sides. She'd never fought anything but the allosaur when she arrived on the island - and that had been with Eric. She briefly considered calling for Eric - either of them - but hesitated when she recalled the memory of the last time she'd asked him to join her fight.
She could do this on her own.
She moved forward through the wasteland of dead bodies. Her grief was stilled. It was anger that shook her.