[ Self-consciously, Prompto glances down at his soup bike, at the cups of soup sitting in the basket. He...knows the feeling. He's trying to do as much as he can, but he's spread so thin as it is and hardly feels like he's making any difference at all. It's frustrating, to say the least, and he smiles knowingly at her. ]

Yeah, I know what you mean. I wanna help take care of everyone, but I want to help catch those guys, too. It's like I can't make up my mind where to help out.

[ Admitting this isn't easy for him, either. ]