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

<passage>:
Revolt was brewing on Venus, led by the descendant of the first Earthmen to land. Svan was the leader making the final "Everything shipshape, I take it!" he commented. 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, just like us—" even look human any more. Those white, flabby skins—I don't like them." themselves to Venus's climate. They're friendly enough." the Earth-ship, stood stolidly at attention with their old-fashioned They think there will be hordes of immigrants from Earth, now that we native Venusians—the descendants of the first expedition, that is—right down into the mud. Well—" he laughed—"maybe they will. 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 is a good thing? Our parents came from Earth. Perhaps there will be Svan laughed harshly. " They don't think so. You heard them. We are agreed. "Svan, what must we do?" Svan raised his hand, thoughtfully. "One moment. Ingra, do you still 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 Earth-ship returns, it means disaster for Venus. Therefore, it must not An old man shifted restlessly. "But they are strong, Svan," he Svan nodded. "No. They will leave. But they will never get back to Earth." "Never get back to Earth?" the old man gasped. "Has the Council Svan shrugged. "The Council did not know what we would face. The Earth-ship has." He paused dangerously. "Toller," he said, "do you dull. "What is your plan?" he asked. 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...." No answer. Svan jerked his head. "Good," he said. "Ingra, bring me that 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. find. It is almost dusk now. He can hide, surely, in the vegetation. The other five will start back. Something will go wrong with the 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.... Almost he was disappointed. up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen A traitor! his subconscious whispered. 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 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 main street of the native town. Two Earth-ship sailors, unarmed except "Good," said Svan, observing them. "The delegation is still here. We They all are , he thought. Not one of them understands what this means. They're afraid. jungle that surrounded them. Svan noticed it was raining a little. The 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 He strove instinctively to bring the clumsy rifle up, but Svan was the splintery logs of the road. The proton-rifle went flying, and Svan nails—Svan battered at the astonished man with every ounce of strength 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." of the Earth-ship, cursed the blackness. "Can't see a thing," he complained to the Exec, steadily writing away at the computer's table. "Look—are those lights over there?" The Exec looked up wearily. He shrugged. "Probably the guards. Of course, you can't tell. Might be a raiding party." something happens to the delegation?" "Then we're in the soup," the Exec said philosophically. "I told you the natives were dangerous. Spy-rays! They've been prohibited for the last three hundred years." "It isn't all the natives," Lowry said. "Look how they've doubled the guard around us. The administration is co-operating every way they know how. You heard the delegation's report on the intercom. It's this secret group they call the Council." "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 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. Aloud, he said, "You understand. If I get through, I will return to the city on foot. No one will suspect anything if I am not caught, because 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? 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. lights of the Earth-ship, set down in the center of a clearing made by its own fierce rockets. Svan's mist-trained eyes spotted the circling figures of sentries, and knew that these would be the ship's own. 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, Lowry was staring at the huddled, mutilated form of Svan. He shuddered.

<question>:
How did Svan feel about the Earthlings?

<options>:
A They're evil, and the Venusians should fight them.
B They need to be destroyed, no matter the cost.
C Some may have good intentions, but they shouldn't be allowed to come back.
D They can't be trusted, and they should continue to spy on them.

<answer>:

B