Seneca didn't like the implication that Claudius was an unremarkable man. Which she begrudgingly had to admit to herself that it was true. Claudius was not terrible, but he wasn't great either. He had always lived his life in peace, done his work well but not great enough to be considered particularly talented or bright. And he seemed to be content with that. It really wasn't the sort of attitude one wanted to see in a firstborn, though. If Seneca had been her father's son, she would have made sure to do something great and remarkable with her life.
She still didn't want her family to be thought of as anything less than great.
"It is sometimes better not to be remembered at all than to be remembered for the wrong things," Seneca replied diplomatically as well, though, deep down, she didn't really believe in that piece of wisdom. She wouldn't want to live an unremarkable life that nobody would care to know about once she was gone.
"It is better to be like Claude, than our uncle Tybalt."
It was even better to be accomplished like Seneca's father, or their cousin Tiberius, but Seneca didn't say as much. She didn't want to give up power and admit that Claudius was boring.
She still didn't want her family to be thought of as anything less than great.
"It is sometimes better not to be remembered at all than to be remembered for the wrong things," Seneca replied diplomatically as well, though, deep down, she didn't really believe in that piece of wisdom. She wouldn't want to live an unremarkable life that nobody would care to know about once she was gone.
"It is better to be like Claude, than our uncle Tybalt."
It was even better to be accomplished like Seneca's father, or their cousin Tiberius, but Seneca didn't say as much. She didn't want to give up power and admit that Claudius was boring.