No, child, it would be yours. 

Imagine this:

You've never seen the sun because your parents won't let you out in fear that you would be kidnapped. Then one day, you chase a little toy that has a wind-up outside on accident. Your mother and father burst after you, but it's too late. A Training Academy happened to be searching for recruits that day. You're five years old, and one would think you still had much of your childhood left in you. Well, now you don't. The Academy soldiers and recruits spot you playing with the toy in the soft grass and grab you. You father fight the guards, but they punch him to the ground and then shoot him dead. Your mother grasps for you, but she's just out of arm's reach. You hold out your hand, but it's too short. They then pull your mother back and shoot her. You are rushed away through many places and then many halls, where they introduce you to your new home. Now, you don't know where you came from after a year, and this Academy teaches you how to kill people. You think killing is fine. You are put to death fights with girls bigger and stronger than you, but every time, you kill them. They put you in higher classes where some of the courses put you throguh severe amounts of pain so you learn not to crack. You fight everyday, and every night, the doors and windows are locked so you won't escape. But it doesn't bother you. You're used to it by now. After all, the 14 year old girl that has the bed next to yours could be the same girl the next day that you kill. Then you get better. You're put up to fight against older teenagers, and even grown people. You win each time. Before you know it, your 11 years old. What happened to your childhood?

Don't tell me that that's better than going through everything you've done. Because once you lose those years of childhood innocence, there's no going back.

Welcome to Alexandria's world. 

Calm down mutt.

Actually, a mutt is also an insult for a mangy, foolish animal.

So yes, that does describe you. 

Alright. Conversation over. That includes any insults, names, smart-mouth talking, etc. I don't care how much your characters hate each other, you can carry this out on a battlefield. Please bring your argument there, and settle it once and for all. Thank you. 

I don't take orders from you.

I never gave you orders to follow! Oh, except for the fact that you should keep your snout shut or you'll be dead. Remember, you're in our prisons.