There's something so...so damn sad and lonely about Juice sitting in the dark, sewing in his "Men of Mayhem" patch. He's so...resolved to this path. His torment that came before during the episode isn't there anymore, just...determination. (And Katey Sagal wailing on "Strange Fruit" in the background? Perfect.)
OH JUICE. I ADORE THEE. I ADORE THEE. PLEASE DON'T DIE.