It's late and I'm emotional but the repeated refrain about how Team RWBY should have just known Ruby was having a breakdown when she actively hid it from them reminds me of my own abuser. "Oh you should have known, you should have known, you should have just known, you're so stupid how did you not just know?" Never communication, never honesty. You should have known. You should be a fucking mind reader or you don't really love me. Every single time, I should have just known, or it was just proof I didn't really love them, because people who really love just know.
And I took that into the world. I hurt in silence because I got the idea that if people really loved me they would automatically know I was in pain. It nearly killed me because the only thing I knew how to do was try and suffer loudly enough for them to hear, because if I spoke up it was just proof they didn't really love me. So when Ruby shuts herself up and bottles it and pushes away the hands reaching out to her but expects it to keep coming anyway, I get that. I've been there. I have empathy for her and for the people around her who loved her and would have helped if she'd only told them she needed them, and I am grateful she ended this story learning that she needs to say it out loud when she needs help.
But my patience is thin when it comes to "If they really loved her they should have known." No, they shouldn't have. Love doesn't come with telepathy, and demanding something they can't provide will only spell heartache for yourself and the people who love you.