Much took the shot, and considered Merlin's words. Merlin wasn't good at comfort, which was ideal, because comfort might have crumbled him. Merlin was good at saying bullshit things that made Much angry and defiant.
Feeling angry and defiant was definitely preferable to feeling helpless.
Patience? Nope. No he was not going to patiently wait for someone to die, for others to be lost.
Learning to let go? No, Much wasn't letting go of anyone (he had to think of something to get Luna back, he thought, making a mental note for later.)
And accepting things he couldn't change? No way in hell Much was accepting this. You won't find them?You can't stop her dying... well, fuck off, that wasn't going to stop him trying.
Both of those prophecies sounded like something designed to make someone give up. Fuck that. He was no quitter. Much gave Merlin a hard smile, with a slight touch of mania in his eyes. "The future can go fuck itself," he said.