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Despite his best intentions, Fresco's search left him empty handed once again. As he prowled the city all afternoon and well into the night, he felt something growing within him. It took him a while to recognize what it was, but when he did, it filled him with resolve. He understood the power of his rebellion against what was done to him, to all of them. As he tried to find his brother, Fresco instead rediscovered his own will. When he dragged himself back to Last Stand early the next morning, his emotions were on fire with frustration, anger and desperation. But this time, instead of despair knocking him into bed, Fresco was more filled with determination than ever. He found an empty seat in the kitchen to devour his breakfast. The food sat tasteless and dry in his mouth. He wanted to p