Prompto made is way outside with his drink can, plushie, camera and phone. He placed them on the outside table and settled into one of the chairs, drawing his feet up to rest his heels on the edge of the chair, knees to his chest, arms folded on top of them. It made him look even smaller, and definitely not like any kind of soldier - Niff or otherwise.

He reached for the unopened can and cracked it open, taking a small sip. "Chocobos are the best. I mean, c'mon, they're a giant fluffy bird you can ride. That's just awesome." Not that he had ever ridden one before. He had never even seen one in real life before.

"Must be so liberating. Just mount a chocobo and go. All the freedom to just go wherever and do whatever. Just you and your bird and the wide-open world." He set the can down and retrieved his small plush, resting it on his knees, and propped his chin on top of it.

"I don't suppose any of us have that freedom now. Wherever we go and whatever we do we'll always be looking over our shoulders for the Empire, right?"

He couldn't begin to imagine how the four of them - five with Uncle Leon? But maybe he would be staying with the King - could hope to defeat the Empire and retrieve the Crystal. After all, the Empire had an endless army of MTs.

"So... what was it you wanted to talk about?"