No, it wouldn't be comforting at all. It had been hard enough, these past twelve years, knowing that Sirius was in Azkaban, no matter how much he may have thought at the time that Sirius deserved it.

He looked away, trying to think. Entirely aware that the water is rising, that he's still very damp. When he looked back, Remus's expression was wary. Though his eyes held at least a bit of hope. "I want to believe you."