Sparky grinned at the Repairman’s comment. “Whew, I’m glad you do! We were really afraid it was gonna come down on us. Oh, and yeah, things are pretty different from when I was alive! Thank goodness for the Spirit Tracks though, as long as they’re around I can still find my way!” He started leading the group along a set of unusual railroad tracks. The ties were tringular and alternated between light and dark green, and the rails themselves were bright yellow. If the Repairman was sensitive to such things, he might be able to feel a humming magical aura gently pulsing outwards from the tracks. There were other rails- normal looking ones- that intersected the Spirit Tracks, leading to cities whose architecture had a much less diverse mix of modern and ancient styles than the ones served by the Spirit Tracks alone. 

Green addressed Inky as they walked.

“You sounded really confused about what Vio said earlier. So the thing is, me and Vio- and there’s two more of us named Red and Blue-” he gestured at Vio’s and his tunics, illustrating the origin of the nicknames “we’re not twins. We’re actually the same person. We used this sacred sword called the Four Sword, and as its name implies, it split me into four copies of myself when I drew it. We each got a different part of my original personality, so that’s why we seem so different. We all merged when we put it back, but after I died we could all be separate people again. It’s more fun that way!”

Vio added “You don’t really have to worry about it. The four of us act like different people anyways, so if you just pretend we’re actually separate people, we wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah, well…” the Repairman laughed, trying to sound modest. It wasn’t often he was outright told he was necessary.

“All right, after you!”

He didn’t really feel anything odd as they followed the strange train tracks. However, something (or, more likely, some things) in his blue toolbox, which was resting on the lower shelf of his cart, clearly did, given that humming, beeping, and other sounds softly came out of it. There was even a bit of multicolor glow emerging from the crack between the lid and the box.

He looked at it, curious as to what magic was happening. Not that this wasn’t a world where magic existed, but if the ghosts of heroes past didn’t set those doodads off, then what was?

He shook his head. If these guys weren’t worried, why should he be?

“Ah, okay,” he said, after Green and Vio finished explaining, “I’ve heard of things like that before.”

After a moment’s thought, he added, “…So no one else got to that sword?”