After he's finally gotten Buffy back to sleep, Ripper returns to bed. "I don't know," he says, "what I'll do when she finally remembers."
"She might not." But Ethan knows they can't count on that. She's been having nightmares more often, not less. And even if she doesn't remember, sooner or later she'll be old enough to demand answers.
"We can't do anything about that now," Ethan says, and rolls over to put his head on Ripper's chest. "We need to concentrate on staying ahead of the Council."
It's cold comfort, he knows, but he has nothing better to offer.