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

<passage>:
QUEST OF THIG Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's be-chapped outlaws raiding his little trailer home kept rolling up out of his subconscious. Yet he had stranger had wound around him and two hamlike hands shut off his speech and his wind. He fought futilely against trained muscles. The hand clamping his throat relaxed for a moment and hacked along the side of "He resembles Thig," announced Kam. "But for the strange covering he wears he might be Thig." "Thig will be this creature!" announced Torp. "With a psychic relay we will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use of our limbs so." "Do not question the word of your commander," growled Torp, swelling out his thick chest menacingly. "It is for the good of our people that "For the good of the Horde," Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted one another by the intricacies of the psychic relay, put upon their heads. For ten hours or more the droning hum of the relay sucked Terry's brain dry of knowledge. The shock upon the nervous system of the Earthman proved too violent and his heart faltered after a time and stopped completely. Twice, with subtle drugs they restored pseudo-life to his body and kept the electrical impulses throbbing from his tortured brain, but after the third suspension of life Thig removed his helmet. "There is nothing more to learn," he informed his impassive comrades. "Now, let us get on with the plastic surgery that is required. My new baubles we found on the red planet—these people value them highly." An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship Memory was laying the country bare about him, Terry's own childhood that episode gave Thig an idea about the little lump of jewels in his acquired memories labeled as pleasure, sent a warm glow upward from so he was incapable of understanding the emotions that swept through his acquired memory. Unsteadily he took her in his arms and felt her warm lips pressed, trembling, against his own. That same hot wave of pulsing blood choked "Lew, dear," Ellen was asking, "where have you been all day? I called "Shoulda got a hundred bucks for that yarn," grunted Thig, and gasped. For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously unbelieving, to his arm. "Why, Lew," she gasped, "they're worth a fortune! We can buy that new "Mmmmmm," came from the depths of the chipped white wash-basin. "Home again," whispered Ellen as she stood beside Thig twelve weeks Thig sank into a dusty old swing that hung on creaking chains from the quarters for almost three months. Strange thoughts were afloat in the chaos of his cool Orthan brain. Tonight or tomorrow night at the latest he must contact his two fellows Thig tried to tell himself that it was the transmitted thoughts of the months he had lived with people who loved, hated, wept and sacrificed experienced the primitive joy of matching his wits and tongue against Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better door and called after him. "Hurry home, dear," she said. "I'll have a bite ready in about an hour." He dared not say anything, for his voice would have broken and she "Only the good of the Horde matters!" shouted Torp angrily. "Shall a "Let us get back to Ortha at once, then," gritted out Thig savagely. "Never again do I wish to set foot upon the soil of this mad planet. forgotten." "Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam," ordered Torp shortly. "His words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this it tore free from the feeble stand between them! The Hordes of Ortha must find some other world, an empty world—this planet was not for them. "Turn back!" he cried wildly. "I must go back to Earth. There is a woman there, helpless and alone, who needs me! The Horde does not need this planet." case. He approached Thig warily, aware that disease often made a maniac Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick Kam's startled throat and choked off any cry for assistance before it and dragged his blaster from it. Thig's other hand clamped over his and fought against that lone arm of Thig. weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig about full upon its owner's thick torso. Thig's fingers pressed down Before Thig's eyes half of his comrade's body sloughed away into foul corruption that swiftly gave way to hardened blobs of dessicated Horde—made his limbs move woodenly. All of his thoughts were dulled Bam, Bam, Bam, the blood pounded in his ears. Like repeated blows of a Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now unconscious body. Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control room. Torp would be coming back again to dispose of their bodies through the refuse lock. Already the body of Kam was gone. He wondered of memories brought him the flash of the heavy blaster in its rack beneath them. His hand went up and felt the welcome hardness of the watching him, his breath gurgling brokenly through his deep-bitten The deadly attack of Thig his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all served to jolt his rigidly trained brain from its accustomed groove. The shock had been too much for the established thought-processes of the Orthan. the skeleton-thing that had been Torp, using the new strength that victory had given him to drive him along. sobered him yet, somehow, he was pleased that he had done so. After He went to the desk where Torp had been writing in the ship's log and read the last few nervously scrawled lines: Planet 72-P-3 unfit for colonization. Some pernicious disease that Already I feel the insidious virus of.... him from the parent ship. The sensation of free flight against his new emotions he had experienced on Earth since that day, so many months before, when he had felt the warmness of Ellen's lips tight against his. Thig flipped the drive lever, felt the thrumming of the regret in his mind that he was not returning to the planet of his first existence. tiny sigh, and his fingers made brief adjustments in the controls. The that all planets had for an incoming ship. He reduced the drive of his rockets to a mere whisper, striving to control the impatience that crowded his mind. He shivered suddenly, remembering his utter callousness the first time he had sent a space ship whipping down toward the hills and valleys below. And there was a sickness within him when he fully realized that, He fingered the tiny scars that had completely obliterated the slight deeply. There were tears in the depths of his eyes, then, and memories heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's now, for the rest of his life, he must make up to the dead man's family. The knowledge that Ellen's love was not really meant for him would be them....

<question>:
Lew's memories are intermingling with Thigs, making him feel what?

<options>:
A Worry. He begins to worry that he won't be able to separate from Lew properly later on.
B Discontent with his regular life as he becomes more enamored with Earth life.
C Anger at that state of Orthan civilization.
D Worry. He worries that the Hord will no longer accept him when he returns.

<answer>:

B