Fifteen miles on the bike, an easy day for it, the World Cup quiet before the semifinals open tomorrow with France against Spain. In the evening I finished Final Fantasy VII Rebirth. The last chapter buried its ending under one cutscene after another, and for all the years and craft poured into the remake, I keep coming back to the same quiet verdict: the original hit harder. There is something to that, a game made with far less landing with far more. Tomorrow we watch, and I expect to have plenty to say about it.