"They do it out of fear," Sherlock said darkly. "So of course there is use." He glanced back at Howard.

"They do this out of fear of another rebellion." He flashed his bracelet, glinting in the firelight. "Fear of their own demise. Of course they'd be just as paranoid about murder. And if they were smart they would put my talents to use instead of wasting them on entertainment."

He carefully doesn't answer the real question. Whether or not it is worth catching killers in a place that wants you dead. That is something he would never be able to answer in front of the cameras, though he almost does. Just then, he almost does. Because what does it matter, if he angers them again, if John's already dead?