Just because one thing is like another does not make it the same. A horse is like a donkey, but you would never say it is a donkey, no?

[ He removes his hat to run a hand back through his hair, glancing again at Faraday. ]

I have fangs. I drink blood. I cannot make others like me. I cannot die from a stake through my chest. [ Certainly not through the heart he doesn't have. ]

No somos lo mismo.