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

<passage>:
Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief, Var. Var eyed him for a long moment The ice-wind blew from the glacier, but Var's love was round her as a Var said, "The Watcher's cave should be three miles beyond this pass." He stood rigid, trying to catch an echo of the Watcher's thoughts, but mountain. Var sensed her fear, and the love that had conquered it. He be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the Var sighed, shaking his head. "It won't hold them for long, but it's the one alone might never have won through. But this was no time for shyness. Var eyed the ice-curtain closely to make sure that it was real, not dream-stuff then he struck it boldly They felt the Watcher rouse, heard his footsteps, and finally saw him—a shrunken old man, white-haired, with a lined beardless face. The sight of him, more marred by age than anyone they had ever seen before, was disappointing. They had expected something more—an ancient giant, a The Watcher peered at them in turn. "Welcome," he said in a cracked voice. He did not speak again the rest of his conversation was in thought only. "Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here." "You were asleep!" said Var. Shock made his thought accusing, though he had not meant to be. The old man grinned toothlessly. "Never fear. Asleep or awake, I watch. Come in! You're letting in the wind." is as bad as it was when I was last in it." Hot food and drink were before them almost at once. The Watcher regarded them with compassion as their eyes brightened and some of the shadow of Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history "A pity, indeed. I would like to help you—but, you understand, I am the Mountain Watcher. I must be above feuds and families." Var nodded somberly, thinking that an old recluse would in any case be "And what will you do now?" Var grinned mirthlessly. "We haven't much choice, since they're The Watcher was broodingly silent nestled by Var's side. He asked, "And you—are you willing to follow your lover in this?" Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. "Follow? Why, are doing. That is the second part of the law the First Watcher made: to guard lest the unwary and the ignorant should bring harm on themselves and on all men." below, and I returned in time." Now for the first time Var sensed the Var stared down at his hands. but such tyranny, power, and cruelty as theirs, had never been known. They ruled Var and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old Var blinked dazedly in the shadowless glow of the ice-cave. His arm who was the Mountain Watcher. in ignorance. Our world is unwise and sometimes evil, full of arrogance, folly, and passion that are in the nature of man. Yet it is a happy The Watcher eyed them speculatively. "Before all," he said finally, "this is a world where you are free to risk wakening the old tyrants, if in your own judgment your great need renders the chance worth taking." mind as it groped for his there was a confusion of horror and pity. Var looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken but the Watcher seemed suddenly a very long way off, and Var could no longer feel his Var strove to cry out that there was no time, that Groz was near and Var woke. Daylight glimmered through the ice of the cave mouth. He had Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, "Who are you? Where's the Watcher?" The other flashed white teeth in a smile. "I'm the Watcher," he answered. "Often I become a youth at morning, and relax into age as the day passes. A foolish amusement, no doubt, but amusements are few here." "You made us fall asleep. Groz will be on us—" Var passed a hand across bewildered eyes. Neena said softly, "Thank you, Watcher." Not looking at the Watcher, Var muttered unsteadily, "We have no "You have an alternative," said the Watcher crisply. The two took their be too late for them to overtake Var." That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked They thought, in the warm intimacy of unreserved understanding: " It would work: I-you would make the sacrifice of shame and mockery—yet The Watcher's face did not change. He said gravely, "Very well. I will the mountain and of its guardian machines. Var closed his eyes, a little "You are ready to go," said the Watcher. He spoke aloud, and his voice was cracked and harsh. Var opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night. Var felt a twinge of unfamiliar emotion only by its echo in Neena's mind did he recognize it as a sense of guilt. He said stiffly, "You don't blame us?" "You have taken life in your own hands," rasped the Watcher. "Who does Var sent his thoughts probing beyond the curtain, listened intently, slanted steeply downward. Var's hands moved, molding a radiant globe too far to discern the rage that must contort his features, but the thought he hurled at them was a soundless bellow: "Young fools! I've caught you now!" Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: "Go sky was beneath. Var fought for footing with his balance gone, feeling At Var's thought command Neena froze instantly. "Feel that!" he "Forward, before the charge builds up again!" said Var. A few feet Var faced that way and thought coldly: "Only if you return and let us go knew with finality that the other's stubbornness matched his own—that neither would yield, though the mountain above them and the world outside should crumble to ruin around them. Without warning, lights went on. Blinking in their glare, Var and Neena Var and Neena huddled frozenly, half expecting each instant to be their That, and his movements when he came slowly down the ramp toward them, conveyed a queer suggestion of weariness or weakness, as if he were yet not wholly roused from his two millenia of slumber. But the Ryzga's manner and his mind radiated a consciousness of power, a pride and assurance of self that smote them like a numbing blow. With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite close his mind in the presence of inferior creatures.... interlopers with the dispassionate gaze of a scientist examining a new, image occurred oddly to Var, to whom such a comparison would ordinarily initially postulated but this will do. The pessimists were mistaken. We Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The Holding that grip, Var strode across the floor and looked straight into misdirected and unavailing as those of a child who has not learned to wrestle with the mind. Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates Behind the hate-filled eyes the cold brain tried to reason still. "Barbarians...? Our party was wrong after all. After us the machine

<question>:
What does Var think of The Watcher?

<options>:
A He respects him even though he is surprising
B He will trust him in any decision even if he does not like him personally
C He thinks all of his ideas are ridiculous
D He thinks his reputation is overblown but he thinks he is nice

<answer>:

A