[He makes a satisfied face, as though agreeing wholeheartedly that yes, a sword creature is very fitting for him.] Sylvain gave it to me.

[But then his frown returns, with an extra helping of confusion this time.]

Your class? The Golden Deer? That makes no sense. None of you were there when we met up at Garreg Mach. Sylvain came from about the same time, but he was the one about to reunite with the Lions there.