Noah and his retinue return from their hunt with a very surprising quarry in tow. Preparations for the lighting of the sacred flame begin, but His Holiness is distracted by other matters. Raeliana's letter to Beatrice finally gets a response.
I can't bear the thought of 
him not becoming mine!
!لا أتحمّل فكرة عدم كونه لي
Ich ertrage es nicht,
dass er nicht mein wird!
¡No soporto que no sea mío!
¡No soporto que no sea mío!
Je n’arrive pas à accepter
qu’il ne soit pas mien !
मैं उसके मेरे नहीं बनने
की सोच को सहन नहीं कर पा रही हूँ!
Non riesco a sopportare 
il pensiero che non sia mio!
Não suporto a ideia de
que ele não seja meu!
Я не могу вынести, 
что он выбрал другую!