Moving in formation

I am disembodied, following a man as he walks out of a stone fortress through a side door. He is upset. I am trying to mentally push him into making a choice that he does not see yet - there is a group of people staying at this fortress, and when they leave, I want him to leave with them. I need him working with them, and he will be much happier as well. It only has not occurred to him yet because that would be desertion, which I think of as a minor nuisance. He is in a position of command in this semi-military, semi-religious order, a position he would never wanted, and I have been mentally pushing him to focus on all the ways he feels trapped here. The fortress is surrounded by an evergreen forest, and there is a little snow here and there. He stops right outside the door, believing that he is just getting some air. He is thinking about that group traveling through that I want him to leave with, and thinking about how his order cannot show emotion, contrasting it with that group. He is looking at something on the ground that I cannot see, and he is thinking that he would be crying right now if he was capable of it. I push him to walk further from the door - he thinks of it as walking aimlessly, but I have a direction in mind. There is several tables set up from something going on here during the day, mostly empty now. He looks over the devices assembled on one of them - he does not understand how any of them work, but he feels like he is spent all day protecting this stuff from overly curious onlookers, and managing the nobility, and running errands for the great and the good - it seems completely ridiculous to him that this is his life. It is the opposite of where he ever expected to be. He keeps walking. I make sure he focuses on the little pool of blood on the stone ground here, a dozen or so dead crows around it, deliberately placed in a certain formation. One of his men had called it "a battlefield for crows" earlier. He has absolutely no idea what this disgusting thing is for, it is just one more thing he is had to keep people away from today. As he is looking at it, he sees someone standing at the edge of the woods. He is startled; at first glance, it looks like the man who used to be in command here, who would moved on a few months ago and left him in charge. He feels relieved - and by feeling the extent of that relief, he is just now become really aware of just how much weight's been on his shoulders since that man left. But then the person moves and breaks the illusion. It is not him.