It happens too fast for Russe to process what's happening. The kid was his responsibility. Green, eager, naive. Russe knew all these things of him, and was precisely experience-weathered enough to supplement the problem. It's all about balance.

But watching William shift is like nothing he's ever seen before—truly monstrous. The demons they'd encountered on this ship were nothing more than animals, but this grotesque display. As horrified as he is, as distinctly as he feels that compulsion to surge forward and lash out at William, he knows he can't do anything with it—William is nothing more than a fine wire. Whatever supernatural abilities he possesses are well beyond the realm of anything Russe might have imagined, and wide-eyed, he can only accept one course of action as truly productive.

With a yell, he turns and sprints through the darkness towards the exit of the bay, choosing the unknown of the monsters in the shuttle bay over the certainty of these homicidal passengers.