(The glowing lights flash into a whole body. Tall, willowy. And weighed down by some invisible force. It almost seems to topple over with the force of the hug, but settles into it, and relaxing. The invisible force seems to lift for a second. The abstract face smiles slightly.)
(And the void explodes into light and waves. The mounds of corpses around are in frighteningly sharp resolution. For miles across. And Prisma is hugging a broken shell with solar panels half snapped off.)