Eddie scrambled to take the notebook back before it soaked in the tea. Tristan hadn't known she'd taken it and only now did she realize - too late - that if they lost Grieve because she did this, he was going to be pissed and she was definitely going to wind up in the doghouse.
Elijah's recoil and the unfettered way he reeled back towards the counter made her realize just how badly she may have fucked up. A part of her felt he had the right to know. If she'd been in his shoes, she would have wanted to know. But all too belatedly she understood that she was not Elijah and that if anyone had the right to decide if he should have been told, it wasn't her. In trying to just understand Ford, she'd instead completely derailed every principal and belief the man before her held dear. And suddenly, as she was sure her own friends had struggled, she was on the other side of the mirror with little more to offer him than an apology and claims of empathy.
But it didn't matter anymore, did it? She knew he'd be hurt by the notebook, but she was so caught up in the truth that she didn't give that much consideration to what would happen after. What was she thinking, that she was the only one allowed to fall apart and that she'd expect him to just perk up and help her after something like this? Talking about her mother or the box wouldn't make him go, "Oh, you know what, now that I see it from your side, that's totally shit and we should be besties." No, because she had Tristan and the Alvarezes. She had people to pull her through. And as far as she had read on Elijah, there wasn't much he had but his belief in Ford. And his questions. God, his questions.
"There are a lot of broken and lost people out there." She said. "Ford had been working with you to help find them, to help shape his web. The cause you believe in...it's...it's still there and you're still vital to it. But this time what happened to us isn't going to happen to them." She took a deep breath. "I don't know if I should've told you this. I'm...I'm really sorry. When I came here, that's not what I meant to do."
Eddie stood up, her tea barely touched, and tucked her belongings back in her purse. "I'm not going to sit here and spew pretty poetry at you. You're...you deserve better than that." Tristan was definitely going to murder her, but: "You should take some time, think it over. If you decide not to continue, I...I understand. But I'm here. The cause is still here. And we've all been upended by it, so I know...I really do know how it feels. I'll talk to you later."