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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The sand-thing was powerful, lonely and strange. No doubt it was a god—but who wasn't? Stinson lay still in the sand where he fell, gloating over the success of his arrival. He touched the pencil-line scar behind his ear where the cylinder was when it pleases him." Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively. Sybtl said, "Is the Sand God happy?" She shook her head. "No, he is not happy. He is old, old, old. I can feel it. My people say that when one "Stinson," the Sand God said. "You said I was adolescent. You are "No." Stinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single voice crying into a monstrous emptiness, "Mother, where are you? MOTHER! Constellations disappeared, new patterns formed in the night sky. The unutterably total void of time—FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS! And a nine-year-old child brooding over an empty world. shone obliquely, throwing Stinson's shadow upon the sand. The wind The Sand God disappeared. Sybtl said "Is the Sand God angry again?" Life. Intelligence. The planet was inhabited. Should he give up and return to earth? Or was there room here for his people? Warming his hands there over the great steaming pool he thought of Benjamin, and Straus, and Jamieson—all those to whom he had given cylinders, and who were now struggling for life against those who desired them. He decided it would not be just, to give up so easily. There was no more. He stumbled toward the pool's wall and clutched for support, but The cavern was crowded. These creatures were not only humanoid, but definitely human, although more slight of build than earth people. The only difference he could see at first sight was that they had webbed hurt, but angered him. He left the chains by his own method of travel, and reappeared behind the two men. They stared at the place where he had been. The chains tinkled musically. He grasped the shoulder of the poked Stinson with the stick rose, and handed it to him. Still angered, Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his Stinson's face drained pale, and suddenly, unaccountably, he was ashamed because he had no clothes. "I didn't mean to kill him!" he cried. "I was angry, and...." Useless. They could not understand. For all he knew, they might think gestured for him to sit. He touched it cautiously, then sat. Instantly he sprang to his feet. There, at the cavern entrance, the wind devil writhed and undulated in a brilliant harmony of colors. It remained in one spot, though, and he relaxed somewhat. Incongruously, he thought of Benjamin back on earth, and all the others with cylinders, who might be fighting for their lives at this moment. "Don't be afraid. I didn't mean to kill the man. It was an accident. I will protect you." She shook her head. "One day they will find me alone, and they'll kill me." "Why?" "I am Stinson, of the planet Earth." another by a mere thought and a tiny instrument, yet you have done so. You deserted me out in the desert." "I deserted you?" Stinson cried angrily, "You tried to kill me!" "I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?" He was silent a moment, looking at the people in the cavern. "Perhaps Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through now on the pallet. The men had left her and stood in groups, talking, glancing at him, apparently free of their awe and fear already. The woman looked at him, and she was not smiling. "Please ask the Sand God," she said, "to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us." "As for the webfoots," the wind devil, or Sand God, said, "I will The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was pleaded. When he looked back, the Sand God was gone. Instantly a new note rose in the cavern. The murmur of unmistakable mob fury ran over the webfoots. Several of the men approached the woman "No buts. Right now we'd better get out of here." He took her hand and they ran, slid, fell, picked themselves up again, and ran. He doubted the wisdom of keeping her with him. Alone, the webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot never had been an athlete. How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people, hampered by a woman, slinking through a frozen wilderness like an Indian? But the woman's hand was soft. He felt strong knowing she depended on him. Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the from the creek. Stinson's bare feet were numb from walking on ice. Christ, he thought, what am I doing here, anyway? He glanced down at Sybtl and remembered the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great The Sand God became a sphere of blue flame. A wave of intense heat Sybtl shivered against his arm. "The Sand God is angry," she said. "My Kaatr got the tube-weapon. It was the only thing the Sand God didn't burn, that and the skirts. Then, when he had burned the ship, the Sand Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on Earth. We can't fight a monster like him. Sybtl touched his arm. "Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak." "I have no ship." "Then he will kill you." She touched her fingers on his face. "I am sorry. It was all for me." "Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?" "What makes you think he's lonely?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I just know. But he's an angry God now. "The Sand God isn't doing this," Stinson said. "It's only a storm." "But it is, don't you see? You give him powers he does not possess." Sybtl shook her head and stroked his face with her long, slim fingers. "Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet," she said. "You do not understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the trembled. Sybtl moved closer, trembling also. "He never did this before," she said. "He never made the earth shake He disappeared at once, giving her no chance to object again, and went to the desert of sand, where he had first arrived on the planet. He Stinson had never been in a sand storm before, even on Earth. He could The skirt flew up around his face. He could not get up again. He returned to the cave. Soon after, while they sat huddled together, watching the chaos of "The Sand God is tired," Sybtl said. "He is not angry now. I'm glad. Perhaps he will let you stay." "No. Even if he allowed it, I couldn't stay. My people could never live on a level with the cave. It was quiet. It was dull gray in color. It exuded impressions of death, of hopeful words solemnly spoken over Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with her. The webfoots might find us, or the Sand God might destroy us in one of his fits, but it might be worth it.

<question>:
How does Stinson feel about the Sand God at the end of the story?

<options>:
A He is angry that he will not keep up the original deal of the humans getting the whole planet
B He doesn't' care about the Sand God at all and is focused on Sybtl
C He is sad that the Sand God will never get the life he deserves with friends of his own kind
D He felt some pity for the abandoned creature

<answer>:

D