Maybe that was correct. The gun was out, and the hideous presence starting to fade. Hastur was certain that this man posed no threat to the vessel. Ergo, this... sad little conversation could go on without his presence. It was like some massive, slimy mass retreating back into its hiding place, the departure of the Outer God.

Its many fingers pulling back, so that it could stare from behind the tired gray eyes. He wasn't wrong though. He didn't explain himself.

"If that's what pleases ye to accept, aye. A terrible, pitiable coward."