Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181113013724/@comment-37523810-20181117234943

“Perfection...” Roran tested his flute with a few blows through each pipe. “In every which way? Knowledge, appearance, physicalities. You wouldn’t be able to die if you wanted universal perfection.” He’d stare at his flute, zoning out. “You’d practically be a god at that point.”