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

<passage>:
"Apparently, that was an erroneous impression." Passwyn fixed Retief with a watery eye. "You'll follow your instructions to the letter. In a delicate situation such as this, there must be no impulsive, impromptu The mail pilot, a leathery veteran with quarter-inch whiskers, spat The pilot's head snapped around. "War?" he yelped. "Nobody told me they was a war goin' on on 'Dobe. If that's what that is, I'm gettin' out of dropped away, followed by heavy buffeting in the backwash from the radiation from a warhead. Somebody was playing around with an outlawed oncoming bomb. Crushed back in the padded seat, he watched the screen, harness in the concussion of the explosion ... a mile astern, and shocks, a final bone-shaking concussion, then stillness, broken by the ping of hot metal contracting. Coughing, Retief disengaged himself from the shock-webbing. He beat of shattered foliage, got to his feet ... and dropped flat as a bullet "Missile, eh? Must be Flap-jack artillery. We got nothing like that." "I heard there was a full-fledged war brewing," said Retief. "I didn't "Hey, you must be Lemuel's cousin. Good night! I pretty near made a bad followed Potter. II out for revenge." "How could anybody think a cow was folks?" another man put in. "They like a old piece of dirty blanket humpin' around." peered past the fire— With a swift lunge he seized up the bucket of drinking water, dashed it from the left, me and Potter from the right." "No," said Retief. "You wait here. I'm going out alone." "What's the idea...?" "Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open." Retief took a bearing on a palely visible in the starlight, and the occasional shadow of jutting shale slabs. Behind him the jungle was still. He sat down on the ground to wait. "Sorry, fellow," he muttered between clenched teeth. "Eye-gouging isn't gentlemanly, but it's effective...." forays. It would be as good a place as any to wait for the move by the Flap-jacks. He sat down and eased the weight of his captive off his back, but kept a firm thumb in place. If his analysis of the situation "Sit tight," he said. "Don't try to do anything hasty...." His remarks were falling on deaf ears—or no ears at all—but the thumb spoke as loudly as words. avoid it." "Avoid it?" Retief heard a low humming coming from the speaker in the silence. "Well, let us dine," the mighty Flap-jack said at last. "We can resolve these matters later. I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of "I'm Retief." Hoshick waited expectantly, "... of the Mountain of Red "Take place, Retief," said Hoshick. "I hope you won't find our rude communed silently with Hoshick. "Pray forgive our lack of translating "I trust you'll find these dishes palatable," said Hoshick. "Our said Hoshick. "I confess at first we took you for an indigenous raised a tube, manipulating it deftly with his fringe tentacles. Retief returned the salute and drank. "Of course," Hoshick continued, "as soon as we realized that you were sportsmen like ourselves, we attempted to make amends by providing a bit of activity for you. We've ordered out our heavier equipment and a captive, for example. Simple-minded, of course, but a fantastically keen tracker." A scratchy sound issued from the disk. "Pardon my laughter," Hoshick "Still, now that we have commenced so merrily with weapons...." Hoshick point it out." Hoshick clucked in dismay. "I see that skirmishforms are much the same among you as with us: lacking in perception." He laughed "Which brings us to the crux of the matter. You see, we're up against a serious problem with regard to skirmishforms. A low birth rate. Therefore we've reluctantly taken to substitutes for the mass actions so dear to the heart of the sportsman. We've attempted to put an end to these contests altogether...." Hoshick coughed explosively, sending a spray of wine into the air. "What are you saying?" he gasped. "Are you proposing that Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?" "New?" cried Hoshick. "My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate." "It's quite simple, really. Each side selects a representative and the two individuals settle the issue between them." "I ... um ... fear I don't understand. What possible significance could one attach to the activities of a couple of random skirmishforms?" "I haven't made myself clear," said Retief. He took a sip of wine. "We don't involve the skirmishforms at all. That's quite passe." "I fear I must lay aside the translator now, Retief," said Hoshick. He sighed and rippled his fringe tentacles. "My spawn-fellows will more pleasant it is to observe the action of the skirmishforms from a distance." I fear I shall be at a disadvantage." "Of course," Retief said, "if you'd prefer a more plebeian type of contest...." With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by as Hoshick turned on him hay-maker to Hoshick's mid-section. The alien whipped his left fringe onto his back ... and Hoshick's weight struck him. Hoshick nestled closer. It was like burial under a dump-truck-load of concrete. He groped, felt tough hide set with horny granules. He would be missing scrambled to his feet, threw his weight against the alien and fell on top of him, still gouging. Hoshick rippled his fringe wildly, flopped Hoshick humped himself over onto his ventral side, lifted and moved him into his trappings, strapped on the translator. He sighed heavily, adjusted the volume. "There is much to be said for the old system," he said. "What a burden one's sportsmanship places on one at times." "Great sport, wasn't it?" said Retief. "Now, I know you'll be eager to continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our "May hide-ticks devour the gougerforms!" Hoshick bellowed. "You've "Enough!" Hoshick roared, so loudly that the translator bounced on his my spirit is not equal to the prospect of biterforms and gougerforms without end. I am shamed before you...." "To tell you the truth, I'm old-fashioned myself. I'd rather watch the action from a distance too." "But surely your spawn-fellows would never condone such an attitude." "My spawn-fellows aren't here. And besides, didn't I mention it? No one who's really in the know would think of engaging in competition by "That on which we dined but now," said Hoshick, "and from which the Hoshick curled his back in attention. "Retief, you're quite serious? "The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases." Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. "Once again you have outdone rules that will satisfy all parties. Now I've got to get back. I think some of the gougerforms are waiting to see me."

<question>:
How did Hoshick feel about war?

<options>:
A He saw the humans as vermin
B He saw it as an unfortunate necessity
C He loved going into battle
D He would rather watch than take part

<answer>:

D