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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could not survive on the Earth, because the conditions that made him great were gone. The survivors must be something else—capacities undeveloped by our science—after us the end Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief, Neena shivered, even though the surrounding cold could not reach her. Var eyed him for a long moment He stood rigid, trying to catch an echo of the Watcher's thoughts, but there was nothing. Perhaps the old man was resting. From the other direction, the long way that they two had come, it was not difficult to "Hurry," said Neena. "They're closer than they were an hour ago." 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 "Oh!" cried Neena in involuntary alarm. Var sighed, shaking his head. "It won't hold them for long, but it's the It was starry night already when they saw the light from the Watcher's But this was no time for shyness. Var eyed the ice-curtain closely to They felt the Watcher rouse, heard his footsteps, and finally saw him—a beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy. 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." had not meant to be. The old man grinned toothlessly. "Never fear. Asleep or awake, I watch. turned questioningly to the young pair. "We need a little rest out of the cold," said Var. "And food, if you can spare it. We're pursued." comfortable, and in one minute.... Pursued, eh? A pity. I see the world 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 briefly. "We should have been safe among my people by now. And before very long, I'm sure, I would have performed some deed which Groz would "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 able to do little for them against Groz and his violent kinsfolk. Var grinned mirthlessly. "We haven't much choice, since they're The Watcher was broodingly silent his eyes shifted to Neena, where she nestled by Var's side. He asked, "And you—are you willing to follow Neena returned his gaze without flinching Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. "Follow? Why, First Watcher. I did not see the sleepers, nor will any man until they come again, but I met their sentries, the sentinel machines that guard below, and I returned in time." Now for the first time Var sensed the strange plastic substances, debris of artifacts still showing the marks of their shaping—the scattered wreckage of the things they made. And we—we too are a remnant, the descendants of the few out of all humanity "From the memories that the old Watchers have left here, and from the Var and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old tightened about Neena till she gasped. He was momentarily uncertain that their deathless and lifeless sentinels round them, to wait till someone 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, Neena pressed her face against Var's shoulder, hiding her eyes. In her 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 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 He came to his feet in one quick movement, realizing in that action that sleep had refreshed his mind and body—realizing also that a footstep had wakened him. Across the cave he faced a young man who watched him coolly with dark piercing eyes that were familiar though he did not know 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 day passes. A foolish amusement, no doubt, but amusements are few here." "You made us fall asleep. Groz will be on us—" "Groz and his people could not detect your thoughts as you slept. They 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 at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into one. They thought, in the warm intimacy of unreserved understanding: " "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?" cross the gorge more surely and swiftly. When Var and Neena set foot at Var sent his thoughts probing beyond the curtain, listened intently, response, felt electric currents sting along buried, long-idle circuits.... The two stood shivering together. Var and Neena turned. Far out in the sea of fog, on a dream bridge that Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: "Go Neena's face was deadly pale and her lips trembled, but her urgent At Var's thought command Neena froze instantly. "Feel that!" he Var faced that way and thought coldly: "Only if you return and let us go Without warning, lights went on. Blinking in their glare, Var and Neena the two invaders felt the rapid 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 With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite close his mind in the presence of inferior creatures.... He paused with his back to the central control panel, and studied the interlopers with the dispassionate gaze of a scientist examining a new, but not novel, species of insect. His thoughts seemed to click, like metal parts of a mechanism falling into places prepared for them. The image occurred oddly to Var, to whom such a comparison would ordinarily Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The efforts, as he strove to free himself from the neural hold, were as misdirected and unavailing as those of a child who has not learned to Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream with an infant, he projected his thoughts into the other's mind. "There will be no new beginning for you in our man

<question>:
How does the Watcher feel about Neena and Var's arrival?

<options>:
A He is thankful to have company to pass his wisdom to
B He is a little disappointed to not have time to himself
C He is suspicious of any people who would enter where he lives
D He is thankful to have any interaction with other humans

<answer>:

A