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

<passage>:
Ravdin shook his head. "We are not sick." plots?" "We are not criminals." The Hunter's fist crashed on the desk. "Then why are you "There is no mystery," Ravdin said softly. "We stayed behind was nearly sundown when Ravdin eased the ship down Ravdin met him eye for eye. "I can't say." The Hunter laughed. "Let's be precise, you don't choose to want peace, nothing more. This constant hunting and running A bell chimed softly in his ear. Ravdin forced his attention With a sigh, Ravdin eased himself out of the seat, his heart he had heard of the witchcraft these weak chicken-people could weave, of their strange, magic power to steal strong men's minds from them and make them like children before Hunter's mind like a gentle, lazy drug. "But who is to permit shining bright beauty of the city, Ravdin settled back, trying Ravdin and Dana stood there, trancelike, staring transfixed he came forward, clapped Ravdin on the shoulder, and Ravdin's throat tightened as he tried to smile. "I had to let you know," he said. " They're coming , Nehmon! I saw them, hours ago." Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness "Spies! You thought you could steal my mind away, make me forget my duty and listen to your rotten, poisonous noise! Well, you failed, do you hear? I didn't hear it, I didn't listen, I didn't ! I'll hunt you down as my fathers hunted you down, I'll bring my people their vengeance and glory, and your foul music will be dead!" They're coming, I saw them." "Did they see you?" Nehmon's voice was sharp. He turned to the guards, wildly, his hands still trembling. in the twinkling of an eye." "And it couldn't have been anyone else?" "Could anyone else build ships like the Hunters?" "Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But find out where their people have gone. Find out! Music! We'll in his face for the first time in centuries. "We can do once again what we always have done before when the Hunters came," he said sadly. "We can run away." quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out of the Hunters, either, nor of their unheard-of mercy in leaving "I know. How well I know." "Yet now the Hunters come again, and again we must run away." Ravdin stared at the old man, his eyes suddenly bright. "I've spent many years thinking, my son." "Not what I've been thinking." Ravdin sat down, clasping his hands in excitement. "The Hunters come and we run away, Nehmon. Think about that for a moment. We run, and we run, and we run. From what? We run from the Hunters. They're hunting us , these Hunters. They've never quite found us, because we've always already run. We're clever, we're fortunate, and we have a way of life that they do not, so whenever they Ravdin's eyes were bright. "Yes, we flee, we cringe, we hide the records, you've been taught." "Oh, yes, I know what I've been taught. I've been taught that eons ago our remote ancestors fought the Hunters, and and now we must run from the Hunters who continue to fight like animals. So be it. Let the Hunters fight." Ravdin shook his head. "Do you mean that the Hunters are not men like us?" he said. "That's what you're saying, that they are animals. All right. We kill animals for our food, isn't that true? We kill the tiger-beasts in the Jungle to protect ourselves, why not kill the Hunters to protect ourselves?" Nehmon sighed, and reached out a hand to the young man. "I'm sorry," he said gently. "It seems logical, but it's false logic. The Hunters are men just like you and me. Their lives are different, their culture is different, but they are men. And Hunters, too. If we fight, we are dead even if we live. That's why we must run away now, and always. Because we know that we must not kill men." "The concert's over!" Ravdin walked to the window, feeling Ravdin turned away from his bride. "Tell her," he said to the old man. Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror. "The Hunters! They've found us?" Ravdin nodded wordlessly. Ravdin nodded. "That's the trouble. They come closer every gasp and her eyes widened as his words sank home. "Ravdin," Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music new hope. "Ravdin, can't you see? themselves became a part of it. Even we can see these changes, why couldn't the Hunters have grown and changed just as we have?" Nehmon's voice broke in, almost harshly, as he faced the excited pair. "The Hunters don't have concerts," he said grimly. "You're deluding yourself, Dana. They laugh at our mockeries. They have no concept of beauty in their language. The Hunters are incapable of change." "And you can be certain of that when nobody has seen "But she's right all the same," Ravdin said softly. "You're the very idea of remaining behind or trying to contact the Hunters was insane. Yet he knew they Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired. of course, as always. You'll be left with food, and with weapons against the jungle. The Hunters will know that we've been here, but they'll not know when, nor where we have gone." He paused. "It will be up to you to see that they don't learn." Ravdin felt the desolation in the people's minds, saw the so dangerous. He knew of the terrible fight, the war of his people against the Hunters, so many thousand years before. people living in peace, seeking the growth and beauty of the arts, despising the bitterness and barrenness of hatred and killing—and the Hunters, under an iron heel of militarism, of government for the perpetuation of government, split farther Hunters sneered and ridiculed, and then grew to hate Ravdin's people for all the things the Hunters were losing: peace, love, happiness. Ravdin knew of his people's slowly dawning awareness wrath of the Hunters' vengeance. His people had learned much in those long years. They had conquered disease. They had grown in strength as they dwindled in numbers. But now the hissing, screeching, landing with a grinding crash in the tall thicket near the place where the city had stood. Ravdin's signal had guided them in, and the Hunters had seen them, standing on a hilltop above the demolished amphitheater. Men had come out of the ships, large men with cold faces and dull eyes, weapons strapped to their trim uniforms. The Hunters had blinked at them, unbelieving, with their weapons held As they approached it, their hearts sank and they clasped hands to bolster their failing hope. The leader of the Hunters looked up from his desk as they were thrust into his cabin. Frankle's face was a graven mask as he searched their faces dispassionately. The captives were pale and seemed to cringe from the pale interrogation light. "Chickens!" the Hunter snorted. "We have been hunting down chickens." His eyes turned to one of the guards. "They have been searched?" Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's baritone. "You are the leader of the Hunters?" Frankle regarded him sourly, without replying. His thin face was swarthy, his short-cut gray hair matching the cold

<question>:
Why is Ravdin willing to try and make peace with the Hunters?

<options>:
A They have offered messages of peace recently
B It has been thousands of years since they have had contact
C He believes he can convince their leader
D He is going to try and trick the Hunters

<answer>:

B