The comment wins a bashful grin from Aragorn. "You think too highly of me." He claims while making sure to avert his gaze. "There's must be others who aren't clouded by pride or hate. It just takes time to find them." Which could certainly be true since Thedas is a rather large realm. The need for change is prevalent judging from Finel's opinion on the subject. Maybe others will step forward in time but for now, Finel has to lament about the fate of his realm while stuck within this one.

"Tell me, Finel---" Aragorn finally meets his gaze again. "What do you believe will become of this realm?" The question is asked suddenly but his thoughts linger. "Is this world not somewhat...reminiscent to yours? I see slivers of Arda here in oddest places."

It's baffling to say the least, enough to confused Aragorn. Sometimes he feels like he never left Arda despite the subtle differences here. It's almost as if this world is an imitation of some kind. It's a little unsettling.