He nearly rips his shirt out of Sylar's grasp, rounding on the other man. "Where's Peter?" The soft 'r' at the end of the other man's name drops away with the melodious accent. "I need to speak with him." A violation is one thing from men who see him as an enemy now, but to have he memories turned over and ransacked as if in a police raid? No. That's unacceptable.