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

<passage>:
land. Svan was the leader making the final "Is there any question?" The Exec shrugged. "I don't know, Lowry," he said. "This is a funny place. I don't trust the natives." Lowry lifted his eyebrows. "Oh? But after all, they're human beings, the Earth-ship, stood stolidly at attention with their old-fashioned wonderingly at the great ship, but made no move to pass the line of guards. "Of course," Lowry said suddenly, "there's a minority who are afraid is—right down into the mud. Well—" he laughed—"maybe they will. After all, the fittest survive. That's a basic law of—" The annunciator over the open lock clanged vigorously, and a metallic Svan clicked off the listening-machine and turned around. The five others in the room looked apprehensive. "You see?" Svan repeated. "From head. "Svan, I'm afraid," she said. "Who are we to decide if this Svan laughed harshly. " They don't think so. You heard them. We are not human any more. The officer said it." The other woman spoke unexpectedly. "The Council was right," she agreed. "Svan, what must we do?" convinced by Svan. "And the rest of us? Does any of us object?" Svan eyed them, each in turn. There was a slow but unanimous gesture of "Good," said Svan. "Then we must act. The Council has told us that we return." An old man shifted restlessly. "But they are strong, Svan," he complained. "They have weapons. We cannot force them to stay." Svan nodded. "No. They will leave. But they will never get back to Svan shrugged. "The Council did not know what we would face. The Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his mark on one of them, held it up. "We will let chance decide who is to do the work," he said angrily. "Is there anyone here who is afraid? There will be danger, I think...." left. She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly Svan, too, had left his unopened. He sat at the table, facing them. The other five will start back. Something will go wrong with the car—perhaps it will run off the road, start to sink in the swamp. The guards will be called. There will be commotion—that is easy enough, after all a hysterical woman, a few screams, that's all there is to it. And the sixth person will have his chance to steal to the side There was comprehension in their eyes, Svan saw ... but still that Though he had willed his eyes away from it, his fingers had rebelled. Instinctively they had opened the slip, turned it over and over, striving to detect if it was the fatal one. They had felt nothing.... And his eyes saw nothing. The slip was blank. He gave it but a second's glance, then looked up to see who had won the lethal game of chance. Almost he was disappointed. up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen A coward! He stared at them in a new light, saw their indecision magnified, became opposition. Svan thought faster than ever before in his life. If there was a coward, it would do no good to unmask him. All were wavering, any might be the one who had drawn the fatal slip. He could insist on inspecting every one, but—suppose the coward, cornered, fought back? In fractions of a second, Svan had considered the evidence and reached his decision. The six conspirators in Svan's old ground car moved slowly along the "Good," said Svan, observing them. "The delegation is still here. We The right answer leaped up at him. They all are , he thought. Not one of them understands what this means. They're afraid. He clamped his lips. "Go faster, Ingra," he ordered the girl who was driving. "Let's get this done with." Svan spoke up. "We want to look at the Earth-ship," he said. He opened Svan stepped closer, his teeth bared in what passed for a smile. "It complicated gesture. "Do you understand?" Confusion furrowed the guard's hairless brows, then was replaced by a sudden flare of understanding—and fear. "The Council!" he roared. He strove instinctively to bring the clumsy rifle up, but Svan was faster. His gamble had failed the splintery logs of the road. The proton-rifle went flying, and Svan in his body. The guard was as big as Svan, but Svan had the initial lay unconscious, his skull a mass of gore at the back where Svan had Svan grunted as his fingers constricted brutally. Svan rose, panting, stared around. No one else was in sight, save the petrified five and the ground car. Svan glared at them contemptuously, jungle. Even while Svan watched the body began to sink. There would be there is danger for all of us, if they discover he is missing. And keep a watch for other guards." The Exec looked up wearily. He shrugged. "Probably the guards. Of course, you can't tell. Might be a raiding party." Lowry, stung, looked to see if the Exec was smiling, but found no answer in his stolid face. "Don't joke about it," he said. "Suppose "And how do you know the guards themselves don't belong to it?" the Exec retorted. "They're all the same to me.... Look, your light's gone out now. Must have been the guard. They're on the wrong side to be coming from the town, anyhow...." Svan hesitated only a fraction of a second after the girl turned the Svan, listening, thought: It's not much of a plan. The guards would not be drawn away. I am glad I can't trust these five any more. If they must be destroyed, it is good that their destruction will serve a purpose. you are in no danger from the guards." From the guards , his mind echoed. He smiled. At least, they would "Svan." The girl, Ingra, leaned over to him. Impulsively she reached for him, kissed him. "Good luck to you, Svan," she said. Svan looked after them. The kiss had surprised him. What did it mean? Was it an error that the girl should die with the others? There was an instant of doubt in his steel-shackled mind, then it was driven away. Perhaps she was loyal, yet certainly she was weak. And since he could not know which was the one who had received the marked slip, and feared to admit it, it was better they all should die. its own fierce rockets. Svan's mist-trained eyes spotted the circling They would not be as easily overcome as the natives, not with those slim-shafted blasters they carried. Only deceit could get him to the side of the ship. Svan settled himself at the side of the road, waiting for his chance. Paralyzed, he heard the girl's voice. "Svan! They're coming! They found the guard's rifle, and they're looking for us! Thirty Earthmen, Svan, with those frightful guns. They fired at us, but we got away and came for you. We must flee!" He stared unseeingly at the light. "Go away!" he croaked unbelievingly. Then his muscles jerked into action. The time was almost up—the bomb in the car— "Go away!" he shrieked, and turned to run. His fists clenched and swinging at his side, he made a dozen floundering steps before Lowry was staring at the huddled, mutilated form of Svan. He shuddered.

<question>:
How did the other five people feel about Svan?

<options>:
A They don't want to upset him, but they won't tell him he's wrong.
B Scared of his dangerous plan, but willing to follow him.
C Unsure that what he's doing is best for Venus.
D They think he's gone too far and aren't willing to do the dangerous deed.

<answer>:

B