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

<passage>:
Then Wes Kirk revealed the secret to his Wes Kirk shut his teeth together, hard. He turned his back on Ma Kirk The hackles rose golden and stiff across Kirk's back. He said carefully, Officer and all the little Officers, and the Engineers, and all their families." His voice carried inside on the wind eddies. Ma Kirk yelled, "Who's to hear it?" Kirk raised his heavy overlids and let his pupils Kirk raised his shaggy head. The light of the yellow star they called And beyond the Engineers—the Officers. 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 Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. "I would like to kill them," Kirk spun angrily around. Lil, next below himself, danced back out of She squatted demurely beside Ma Kirk and said, as though nothing had happened, "Ma says will you please not let so much heat out." Kirk didn't say anything. He started to walk around the heat box. Lil with bright moist eyes, grinning. The baby had reached the hiccoughing stage. Ma Kirk said, "Sit down, or go pick on somebody your own size." Kirk stopped. "Aw, I wasn't going to hurt her. She has to be so smart!" Kirk's big heavy chest swelled. "Ma," he said, "you make that brat shut "All right," said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands Kirk looked at the thin fuzzy baby curled tight in the skins. "Listen!" said Ma Kirk. Nerves crackled icily all over Kirk's skin. But there wasn't any need Kirk shivered in the cold wind. "Lil," he said. "I would, too, kill the There was no conviction in her voice. The wind was freezing on Kirk's Randl nudged Kirk's elbow. "Look at 'em," he said, and coughed. He was always coughing, jerking his thin sharp face back and forth. Kirk could bitter force, always probing. He wasn't much older than Kirk. Kirk looked up the hill. Officers were running from the huts below the 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 He coughed. The Officers' voices rang sharp through the wind. Compact groups of men began to run, off toward the west. The whisper of sound had grown louder in Kirk's ears. He could hear men yelling and the them in splinters. Kirk said fiercely: Kirk looked up. Someone was standing at the doorway of the Captain's No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer, was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching 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 Kirk's nose wrinkled at the smell of blood. He avoided the biggest Kirk grunted. A Pirut with red hair standing straight in the wind came over the wall. Kirk speared him left-handed in the belly, dodged the He stopped. Kirk put a stone accurately through the back of a Pirut's Kirk nodded. He couldn't say anything. The heat was dying in Randl's listen...." Kirk bent. He didn't move for a long time. After a while Randl's voice Kirk sat there, holding Randl in his arms. Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, "Hey, kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you." He stopped, and then said more gently, "Oh. Jakk got it, did he?" 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 grunted over his shoulders, "The O.D.'s looking for you." Kirk followed. The wind was cold, howling up from the outer gullies. The Officer of the Day was waiting at the north end of the wall. There was a ladder dropped over it now, and men were climbing up and down with bodies and sheaves of recovered spears. More were busy down some of the queer heaviness out of his head, touched his forelock and said: "I'm Wes Kirk, sir. You wanted me?" "Yes." The O.D. was also the Third Officer. Taller than Kirk, thinner, 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 spear-stab where there was no spear. He said, "Pa." 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," he said, "this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father, called to us to put the ladder down. We waited...." A muscle began to twitch under Kirk's eye. That, too, was something that had never happened before, like the stab of pain with no spear behind it. He licked his lips and repeated hoarsely: "I don't understand." The Officer tightened suddenly and made one hand into a fist and beat A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over his shoulder, and breathing hard. "Here's Kirk," he said. "Where'll I put him?" It was hard to move. He'd never been tired like this before. He'd never been afraid like this, either. He didn't know what he was afraid of. 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, Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. "You killed them. You killed my Kirk's spear made a flat clatter on the stone. He started forward. Men moved in and held him, without rancor, looking at their own feet. "Please try to understand," whispered the Officer. "I had to do it." had been standing. There were six men holding him, three on each side. The Officer was gone. 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." The Officer's voice said dully, "No discipline. Better take him home." Kirk tried to turn. The six men swung with him. Kirk said, "You better discipline me. You better kill me, because, if you don't, I'll kill you." "I don't blame you, boy. Go and rest. You'll understand." "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 I'll understand, and I'll make everybody else understand, too!" The Officer's eyes held a quick fire. "Boy! Do you know what you're saying?" "Worse for us, or for you?" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in close to Kirk. Kirk's eyes were hot and not quite sane. He couldn't have stopped if down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him 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." Two of the men nodded and took Kirk away down a flight of stone steps. One of the others flicked a quick look around and whispered, "Yeah. And maybe he knew what he was talking about!"

<question>:
Who is Kirk most mad at in this story?

<options>:
A His younger sister
B His peers who spoke to him post-battle
C His friend on the battlefield
D The officer who spoke to him post-battle

<answer>:

D