"Maybe not," he responds just as hollow and unbelieving. Tyki's not even sure of himself right now in what he would be able to do if he was face to face with the Prince again. He's sure though that the skeleton meant it as a collective whole.

He leans forward enough to set his hands on the bed and uses that as a brace to stand up enough to crawl up onto the bed with him. He's resting his back against the wall with a little more ease than he wants to show. The petrification on his back is heavy and so are the wings.

"But he can't own you if he's dead." He looks away from the warden and off to the side, "Killing is wrong. It's not worth it. It could be someone else. That's what I hear all the time. Yet, I'm pretty sure there is a handful of people here that would kill him to get your Name back." Somewhere in his mind he knows it is pointless to try to rationalize anything. Even Tyki didn't believe what others said when he was under his control.