Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
life to the dying cast-aways of the void. Then Wes Kirk revealed the secret to his people's enemies—and found that his betrayal meant the death of the girl he loved. the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Wes Kirk shut his teeth together, hard. He turned his back on Ma Kirk and the five younger ones huddled around the box of heat-stones and went to the doorway, padding soft and tight with the anger in him. He shoved the curtain of little skins aside and crouched there with his The hackles rose golden and stiff across Kirk's back. He said carefully, "I would like to kill the Captain and the First Officer and the Second Officer and all the little Officers, and the Engineers, and all their families." guarding their sour white berries with thorns and sacs of poisoned dust that burst when touched. Between the fields and the gullies there were huts like his own, sunk Kirk raised his shaggy head. The light of the yellow star they called The baby cried. Ma Kirk shrilled at her son, and two of the younger ones fought over a bone with no meat on it, rolling and snapping on the The Ship. Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. "I would like to kill them," he said. "I would like to kill them all." "Yah!" cried a shrill voice over his shoulder. "All but the Captain's Kirk spun angrily around. Lil, next below himself, danced back out of Kirk stopped. "Aw, I wasn't going to hurt her. She has to be so smart!" to the heat and said wearily: "You men, always talking about killing! Haven't we enough trouble without that?" man! Now you stop it, both of you." "All right," said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have knows how long ago that was. They think they can go on doing it. They think we'd never suspect." "Yah!" said Lil sharply. "You just like to talk. Why should the Officers want us killed off anyhow?" Kirk looked at the thin fuzzy baby curled tight in the skins. "There aren't enough heat-stones to go around any more. Why should they let their young ones cry with the cold?" His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never talked that much before. It was the baby, crying in the cold, that set Kirk shivered in the cold wind. "Lil," he said. "I would, too, kill the always coughing, jerking his thin sharp face back and forth. Kirk could have broken his brittle light-furred body in two. All Randl's strength they were built a little taller and lighter, less bowed and bunchy in the shoulders, quicker on their feet. Kirk stepped behind Randl to shield him from the wind. His voice was the hail of stones and thrown spears from the pillbox, keeping low behind them, and then climbing on the round hairy bodies. It took drove them, and sometimes the dead ones weren't quite dead and it was too bad for the man who climbed on them. any time, but when the Piruts were raiding.... No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer, furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order. Pa hadn't been alone, of course. Frank and Russ went with him. The three of them would have sense enough to keep safe. Maybe they were in mostly with shags, that the Piruts were coming right over the wall. Kirk's nose wrinkled at the smell of blood. He avoided the biggest puddles and found a place to stand between the dead. Kirk grunted. A Pirut with red hair standing straight in the wind came He said, "Wonder how they got so close, so fast?" "Some trick." Randl laughed suddenly. "Funny their wanting the Ship as much as you and I do." Randl's narrow shoulders twitched. "Near as we know, their legend is the same as ours. Something holy in the Ship, sacred and tabu. Only He went down beside Randl, putting his arms around him, trying to see. Randl shook him off. "Sit down, Wes, quick, and listen. Sawbones is no good—and why would I want to go on living anyway?" He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two huts away from him. The blood made little red fountains between Randl's Kirk bent. He didn't move for a long time. After a while Randl's voice made. Everything seemed to be very quiet. Kirk sat there, holding Randl in his arms. Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, "Hey, Kirk laid the body carefully on the stones and got up. "Yeah." "Kind of a pal of yours, wasn't he?" "He wasn't very strong. He needed someone to cover him." "Too bad." The man shook his head, and then shrugged. "Maybe it's better, at that. He was headed for trouble, that one. Kinda leading you that way, too, I heard. Always talking." He looked at Kirk's face and shut up suddenly. He turned away and for the scavenger rats and the living shags who didn't mind turning cannibal. "I'm Wes Kirk, sir. You wanted me?" with the hair going grey on his body and exhausted eyes sunk deep under his horny overlids. He said quietly: "I'm sorry to have to tell you this...." Kirk knew. The knowledge leaped through him. It was strange, to feel a The Officer nodded. He seemed very tired, and he didn't look at Kirk. He hadn't, after the first glance. "Your father, and his two friends." Kirk shivered. The horny lids dropped over his eyes. "I wish I'd known," he whispered. "I'd have killed more of them." them as if they were strange things and no part of him. "Kirk," he said, "this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible, but they didn't actually kill them." that had never happened before, like the stab of pain with no spear behind it. He licked his lips and repeated hoarsely: "Here's Kirk," he said. "Where'll I put him?" Something in the Officer's voice. He helped to lay his father down. He'd seen bodies before. He'd handled them, fighting on the pillbox walls. But never one he'd known so long, one he'd eaten and slept and wrestled with. The thick arm that hauled him out of bed this morning, the big hands that warmed the baby against was what the Piruts wanted. That's why they made them come." Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. "You killed them. You killed my father." "Three lives, against all those back on the plain. We held our fire Looking up, calling to the men they knew, asking for help and getting a spear through the heart. Kirk relaxed. He was shivering and covered with rime from body sweat. Somebody whistled. "Six men! Didn't know the kid had it in him." "I'll understand, all right." Kirk's voice was a hoarse, harsh whisper that came out by itself and wouldn't be stopped. "I'll understand about Pa, and the Ship with the heat-stones in it, and the Captain's yellow daughter getting fat and warm while my sisters freeze and go hungry. I'll understand, and I'll make everybody else understand, too!" close to Kirk. that he didn't want to show. He said quietly, but so that everyone could hear him, "Discipline, for not longer than it takes to clear the rock below." One of the others flicked a quick look around and whispered, "Yeah. And maybe he knew what he was talking about!"

<question>:
Is Kirk a model citizen?

<options>:
A No, he hated the systems enforced by his community.
B Yes, he followed all the rules set out by the Officers.
C No, he wanted to kill the leader's son.
D Yes, he was kind to his family and friends.

<answer>:

A