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

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plots?" Are you going to tell me now, or do you propose to waste a few hours of my time first?" "There is no mystery," Ravdin said softly. "We stayed behind to plead for peace." want peace, nothing more. This constant hunting and running is senseless, exhausting to both of us. We want to make peace me clearly. Very soon you will be killed. How quickly or slowly you die will depend largely upon the civility of your tongues. A civil tongue answers questions with the right answers. in the ever-changing rhythm of colors and shapes and sounds. A song of majesty, and strength, and dignity. A song of love, of aspiration, a song of achievement. A song of peoples driven by ancient fears across the eons of space, seeking only peace, even peace with those who drove them. his mind could not grasp the meaning, the true overtones of ancient, long-forgotten longing, crying at last to be heard. 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!" "Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But find out where their people have gone. Find out! Music! We'll take the music out of them, once and for all." fear. "They couldn't have found us so soon, unless they too and defeat. But strangely enough he did not kill them. He left them 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." The bright street below the oval window was empty and quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out in bitter silence. "Yes, we can run away. Just as we always have before. After we have worked so hard, accomplished so much here, we must burn the city and flee again." His voice trailed off to silence. He stared at Nehmon, seeking in the old man's face some answer, some reassurance. But he found no of them grunted, and moved into the dry darkness of the cave. Deep within him some instinct spoke, warning him to fear the roar of the animal. possible. "Think of the beauty and peace we've found here." "I know. How well I know." "Yet now the Hunters come again, and again we must run "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 have come close to finding us, we have run." Nehmon nodded slowly. "For thousands of years." Ravdin's eyes were bright. "Yes, we flee, we cringe, we hide under stones, we break up our lives and uproot our families, running like frightened animals in the shadows of night and secrecy." He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's angrily. " Why do we run, my lord? " Nehmon's eyes widened. "Because we have no choice," he said. "We must run or be killed. You know that. You've seen 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 lost, and fled, and were pursued. But why do we keep running? Time after time we've been cornered, and we've turned and fled. Why? Even animals know that when they're cornered they must turn and fight." "We are not animals." Nehmon's voice cut the air like a whiplash. "But we could fight." "Animals fight. We do not. We fought once, like animals, 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 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 human life is sacred, to us, above all else. This is the fundamental basis of our very existence. Without it we would be 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." On the street below, the night air was suddenly full of leave now. Not when we've come so far." time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the next. And that will be the end of everything for us, unless we fight them." He paused, watching the last groups dispersing on the street below. "If we only knew, for certain, what we were running from." It's been thousands of years." "Yet we've been tearing ourselves up by the roots, fleeing from planet to planet, running and dying and still running. But suppose we don't need to run anymore?" could be lost completely, tortured, killed. If they haven't changed, you wouldn't stand a chance. You'd never come back, Dana." "But she's right all the same," Ravdin said softly. "You're wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive. glowing city, sensing somehow that the mystifying circle of city wearily prepared themselves once again for the long journey. To run away. In the darkness of secrecy, to be gone, without a trace, without symbol or vestige of their presence, leaving only the scorched circle of land for the jungle to reclaim, strong, now equally proud, but dwindling in numbers as toll for the constant roving. A proud people, yet a people who would turn and run without thought, in a panic of age-old fear. They had to run, Nehmon knew, if they were to survive. And with a blaze of anger in his heart, he almost hated the two young people waiting here with him for the last ship to be "You'll have to go soon," he said. "The city will be burned, 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." safe for them to know." "They'll question you, even torture you." She smiled calmly. "Perhaps they won't. But as a last resort, we can blank out." there would be long years of aimless wandering before another home could utter hopelessness in the old man's face, and suddenly felt the pressure of despair. It was such a slender hope, so frail and so dangerous. He knew of the terrible fight, the war of his They had risen together, a common people, their home a single arts, despising the bitterness and barrenness of hatred and killing—and of the sanctity of life, shattered abruptly by the horrible wars, and then the centuries of fear and flight, hiding from the wrath of the Hunters' vengeance. His people had learned much in those long years. They had conquered disease. They had then go now. The city will burn an hour after the count-down." they've gone, and yet you remain behind. There must be a reason for such rashness. Are you sick? Crippled?"

<question>:
What is a theme in the story?

<options>:
A Good will always triumph over evil.
B Art has the power to change hearts.
C Hatred is stronger than benevolence.
D It is better to flee than to fight.

<answer>:

B