[b]Myriah - Outpost - Enrique[/b]

Myriah nodded and paused to look down at her feet. "No... that's not why I'm out here. Or at least, my concern wasn't for your leadership skills." She let out a small shaking breath, her body starting to become overwhelmed with the chilly weather. She cleared her throat slightly and looked directly into Enrique's eyes. "The scouts work themselves to the bone for this community. It's saddening, but I understand that it's necessary. I sometimes wonder if that's what eventually did Reggie in, working tirelessly for a number of people who don't explicitly show their gratitude in return. Under those circumstances..."

She looked away now, toward the wall that stood before them. "I'm not condoning murder in any way, but I worry now that we'll make the same mistakes as before. You and Sylar need not sacrifice your sanity for us. If all it takes to avoid another incident is for me to take the time to speak with you, then I will gladly do so." She found herself frowning as she extended her right hand to catch a couple of rain drops. "I still remember that day in such detail... Poor Samantha, lying dead before me. I was knocked out quickly after I saw, but I'll never forget--"

She suddenly turned back around to face Enrique, adjusting the hand she was holding the umbrella with and placing her dry hand on the man's shoulder. "Just be careful. Someone can be so [i]alive[/i] and vibrant one second, but then dead the next. That was always true, even before all of this." She smiled again and removed her hand. "Anyway, how's Amanda? She's been remarkable these last few weeks, especially after the loss of Arthur. I suppose we have you to thank for that."