Zane was surprised about what had happened to him just now in this dreamscape. After all, earlier in the day he felt oddly comfortable with what he had done, after nearly losing his mind thinking about it. Yet the moment he fell asleep, he seemed to be haunted by it once more.
What could have possibly been the cause for this temporary resolution regarding the internal turmoil he felt at the idea of cannibalizing the hearts of the Awakened survivors he slayed? No matter what, Zane could not understand the answer.
In the end, he was forced to dwell upon his own identity. He was truly half human and half undead. And he had known this for a while. But until now, he either outright rejected what it had meant, or suppressed it deep within his own heat and mind.