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

<passage>:
The sand-thing was powerful, lonely and strange. No doubt it was a god—but who wasn't? Stinson lay still in the sand where he fell, gloating over the success of his arrival. He touched the pencil-line scar behind his ear where the cylinder was buried, marveling at the power stored there, power to fling him from Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small to drift in the wind—although there was no wind. Stinson backed away. He wanted to run. He wished Benjamin were here. Ben might have an explanation. "What am I afraid of?" he said aloud, "a few grains of "Nor do I. But perhaps ... well, I sense that I would continue, if you illusion. Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project brought your people here. You have already taught me the value of life. There is a oneness, a bond that ties each living thing to every himself somewhere else, but he said, "No!" very firmly to himself. He was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of supporting life. When the symbols were repeated he pointed to each in turn, excitement mounting. He became so absorbed in doing this that he failed to notice wanted to cover himself with the long leaves he found, but they were dry and brittle, for here autumn had turned the leaves. Night would be cold. He was not a woodsman. He doubted if he could build a fire without and he followed it, cautiously, stepping carefully and slowly. Then it its purpose, but a great pool of steaming water in the center of the cavern drew his attention. He went close, to warm himself. A stone wall surrounding the pool was inscribed with intricate art work and thought of Benjamin, and Straus, and Jamieson—all those to whom he had given cylinders, and who were now struggling for life against those who desired them. He decided it would not be just, to give up so easily. hurt, but angered him. He left the chains by his own method of travel, and reappeared behind the two men. They stared at the place where he had been. The chains tinkled musically. He grasped the shoulder of the Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his Stinson's face drained pale, and suddenly, unaccountably, he was ashamed because he had no clothes. "I didn't mean to kill him!" he cried. "I was angry, and...." Useless. They could not understand. For all he knew, they might think he was threatening them. The object he had thought of as a stick was Or was it? What did he know of these people? Very little. They were humanoid. They had exhibited human emotions of anger, fear and, that their own, universal. She pressed her body against him and bore him to the pallet, her kisses fire on his face. Incongruously, he thought of Benjamin back on earth, and all the others with cylinders, who might be fighting for their lives at this moment. He pushed her roughly aside. "Why should I kill you?" He took the tube-weapon in his hands, careful not to touch the button. "Don't be afraid. I didn't mean to kill the man. It was an accident. I will protect you." She shook her head. "One day they will find me alone, and they'll kill me." "Why?" kissed Stinson's feet. Two of the men came and gave her a brilliant "I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?" He was silent a moment, looking at the people in the cavern. "Perhaps because you feared I would become the God of these people in your place." Stinson felt a mental shrug. "It is of no importance. When they arrived on this planet I attempted to explain that I was not a God, but the primitive is not deeply buried in them. They soon resorted to emotion rather than reason. It is of no importance." Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through "Destroy them?" Stinson asked, incredulously, "all these people? They have a right to live like any one else." "Right? What is it—'right?' They are entities. They exist, therefore they always will. My people are the only entities who ever died. To kill the body is unimportant." "No. You misunderstand. Listen, you spoke of the greatest law. Your law dropped back. "We'll have to get outside," he told her. "This mob will Together they edged toward the cavern entrance, ran quickly up the a coating of ice. Stinson shivered. The woman handed him a skirt she ran down the slippery path leading away from the entrance. From the Stinson donned the shimmering skirt, smiling as he did so. The others probably help him fasten the skirt. It had a string, like a tobacco pouch, which was tied around the waist. It helped keep him warm. He turned to the woman. "I don't know what I'll do with you, but now "No," she said, "we must run, and make no tracks." What? " "Yes. When a man protects a woman from harm, it is a sign to all that she is his chosen. Otherwise, why not let her die? You are a strange God." "No buts. Right now we'd better get out of here." He took her hand and they ran, slid, fell, picked themselves up again, and ran. He doubted the wisdom of keeping her with him. Alone, the webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot he chose. But with Sybtl it was another matter he was no better than any other man, perhaps not so good as some because he was forty, and never had been an athlete. How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people, hampered by a woman, slinking through a frozen wilderness like an Indian? But the woman's hand was soft. He felt strong knowing she depended on him. Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the ice. They were safe, unless the webfoots possessed talents unknown to Stinson's bare feet were numb from walking on ice. Christ, he thought, what am I doing here, anyway? He glanced down at Sybtl and remembered the webfoots. He stopped, tempted to use his cylinder and move to a warmer, less dangerous spot. The woman pulled on his arm. "We must hurry!" "Leave the woman!" it demanded angrily. "The webfoots are nearing your "You will allow them to kill you, just to defend her life? What business is it of yours if she lives or dies? My race discarded such primitive logic long before it reached your level of development." warning that no more of us must come here." Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on "Then he will kill you." She touched her fingers on his face. "I am sorry. It was all for me." They stepped around it carefully. Stinson felt warm air, but there was Together they crossed the narrow valley. Sybtl led him toward a tall moved. The webfoots were on their trail. the small entrance made an excellent vantage point for warding off attack. "They will not find us...." A high-pitched keening burst suddenly around them. Stinson knew they She covered his lips with her fingers. "Don't say that. He may hear you and be more angry." "But it is, don't you see? You give him powers he does not possess." Sybtl shook her head and stroked his face with her long, slim fingers. "Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet," she said. "You do not Stinson had never been in a sand storm before, even on Earth. He could purposefully. Stinson prepared himself to leave. In spite of his desire to protect Sybtl, it was useless to get himself killed when he was powerless to help her. But at the last moment it veered off. Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was

<question>:
Which is not a reason that Stinson decided to journey on the ice by foot [mostly didn't want to leave Sybtl behind on her own and felt important and had some level of curiosity]

<options>:
A He figured he could not be tracked in this environent
B He was drawn to his companion
C He preferred to stay near the other people to keep an eye on them
D He wanted to feel important for protecting someone

<answer>:

C